Not every piece wants a tidy category. Some are too unruly, too experimental, too rare. That’s where Rara Avis lives.

This is the collection for the outsiders: molten silver scraps reborn as rings, crowned with pearls they were never meant to hold. Pieces forged in dares with nothing but a Bic lighter, an X-Acto knife, and a refusal to do things the “proper” way.

Rara Avis is the rare bird. The one that won’t sit quietly in tradition, that insists discarded fragments can still be precious, that proves even failure can be a kind of beauty.

So here’s the rulebook: there isn’t one. These are the experiments that survive, the strange offspring of risk and irreverence. One of a kind, by design.

You’ll find them in The Shop when the stars align: when there’s time, when there are enough scraps in the studio, and, honestly, whenever I feel like it. Search the Rara Avis category—if there’s nothing there, I guess that’s kinda the point. (Don’t be a crybaby about it).