Las Marianas

Away from the gaze of man, to an unexplored place considered the last frontier of the 21st century: the Marianas, the great black hole, the trench that plunges 10,911 meters into the Pacific Ocean. A remote territory shrouded in mystery, in absolute darkness, where the pressure exceeds one thousand atmospheres and temperatures do not exceed 2 °C. Some scientists believe that life originated here, in the gloom of these hadal depths, far from the light, some 4 billion years ago.

We head there aboard our bathyscaphe, to the most unknown reaches of the Planet, with our eyes wide open and warmly dressed, ready to design the new pieces. After five hours of descent, we landed on the ocean floor. Nothing moves. The bed is flat and uniform in all directions. It is immaculate. An alien limbo dominated by a strange stillness, alien to any human experience: barely twenty astronauts have visited the Moon - we remember, crammed into the small capsule - but no one has ever reached this abyss before. There is no trace of life here. Not a soul. Until the dim light of a candle illuminates a microscopic kingdom: here it is, parading past our window, a tiny little night busanito! And next to it, some micrococci! Further down, as if it were a procession, an expedition of radiolarians, and the majestic solum! Not to mention the glacialis, glowing in the dark! Nor the Hymanthopolus!

Little by little, an amazing landscape emerges before our eyes that we will transfer to the next color palette: dark blue for the ocean, green for the algae, cream for the sand, and black for the abyssal bottom. Without ruling out gold -with its magnificent sparkle- and transparencies, indispensable in this sophisticated ecosystem where fantastic creatures appear. We will include pearls (and there are some!) and the shapes will be sinuous and organic, curved, like the microorganisms that move, mutate, and transform around us. And there will also be fixed pieces and others that will act as a wildcard, which will allow some maxi earrings to be converted into minis!

From the surface, they send us one last signal. Time is running out, dangerously so, but we manage a few more minutes. A few more moments to say goodbye to this world. Ciao radiolarians, ciao busanitos! The time has come: jettison ballast, we are launching a new collection!