The streets of New Orleans inspired the jewelry, the muse tucked away in her pocked of New York City. The muted colors of rich faded paint peeling to mixed-metal shades. Clementine ochre, smokey grey, long light. The texture of shucked oyster shells, ridged and wet. Their pearls, all coves and dips, smoothed and metallic. Cloudy brick, brimming in spikes. The warmth of the thick air, coating her salty skin. Echos hanging from rooftops, music spilling into streets. Skin-tracing chain, amulets dotting her collarbone, her ears, her fingers and fingertips. Cool Metal //Warm Nights.