Solar Power: The radiant sunlight of Fred high jewellery
In this new expression, a chapter titled Soleil d'Or Sunrise traces the story of one of the maison's most cherished heritage gems—the over-a-hundred-carat Soleil d'Or yellow diamond first encountered in 1977 and reacquired by Fred in 2021—and turns it into modern high jewellery meant to be worn every day. A 1977 image of Margaux Hemingway and the Soleil d'Or yellow diamond. Getty
At the heart of this solar story (Soleil d'Or translates to golden sunlight) is a necklace in white gold with draped lines of diamonds that evoke the rays of a sun. Intense yet diffused through clouds, Fred evinced the sun's luminosity through a beguiling mix of yellow and white diamonds. Yellow diamonds grain-set on white gold and white diamonds set on yellow gold claws. The effect: a more nuanced, well-blended effect of warmth. Courtesy of Fred
A twist of savoir-faire: the jeweller has inverted the traditional method of setting diamonds on matching colours of gold. Instead, white diamonds are claw-set on yellow gold, and yellow diamonds are grainset on white gold so that this two-tone palette blends exceptionally beautifully. At its heart, naturally, is a two-carat yellow diamond that pays tribute to its eponymous gem.
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