From waves of pearls and daffodil diamonds to the changing and magical iridescence of Abalone mother-of-pearl, Jean Vendome's jewelry resonates in me like an ode to the marine world. They carry within them all the contrast of the Vendome signature, the union of paradoxes, from the wild power of the element to the sensual caress of the wave. They are clouds, evanescences and at the same time tangibility of matter, textured gold with sharp lines, tormented contours of pearls and shimmer of stones. They evoke for me just as much the fanciful and unreal beauty of René Lalique's jewelry, the baroque momentum of Art Nouveau, as the mysterious fires of opals. Daughters of water and ice, these sea flowers become bearers of messages, parables, evocations, like so many afterglows from the oceans of the globe, from North to South, forever crystallized. Wearing them takes me back to the wonderful world of childhood tales, to the dreamlike phantasmagoria of heroic fantasy films. Invitations to travel, gateways to states of mind and the unconscious, these jewels which have so many stories to tell, appear to me as things of beauty materialized by the gesture, the hand and the eye of jewelers who are above all and above all artists.