In my twenties, there was no way you could make me wear yellow gold jewellery. I thought it looked misplaced on me, that it was too sophisticated (read conservative) and too grown-up for my age. On the rare occasions I wore gold jewellery, I would opt for white – more subtle and modern, it was my reasoning. Fast forward to my early thirties and the situation has reversed. Now it’s yellow gold that I find more refined and more appropriate to my now better defined personal style. But it has to be the daintiest piece (I’m mostly referring to necklaces), the kind that is noteworthy through its very simplicity.
photo by me | original photo: Louise Dahl-Wolfe, Harper’s Bazaar, July 1941