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| A love of beauty runs in my blood. My father was a goldsmith, my mother studied and practiced ikebana, and they filled my years at home with thoughtful beauty. I made my first gold ring at ten, and worked in my father's jewelry store until I left home at eighteen. During the subsequent years,my general appreciation of beauty matured into a lasting fascination with Asian arts, and I began collecting Japanese antiques. My criterion for obtaining these items was the same then as it is now: a rare, palpable essence of quality and timeless beauty. The Japanese have a word for such beauty: Shibui. |
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