Inveterate daydreamer that I am, trying on this ring transports me to early 20th century London, or more specifically the Bloomsbury district, where a free-thinking group of radical artists, writers and philosophers hung out together to paint, write, argue and make general mischief. Happens all the time, except this group of pals happened to include heavyweights like Virginia Woolf, E.M. Forster, John Maynard Keynes and Lytton Strachey. Their post-college years spent practicing indifference to bourgeois habits actually made the whole world take notice.

The ring has so much artistic presence, a perfect masculine/feminine androgyny that is timelessly cool, and of course there's that whopping mine cut diamond. I like to imagine that a young Bloomsbury-esque woman was given a family diamond from her respectable Victorian family, then she had an artist jeweler friend make this unique and modern treasure for her and her alone.

The perfect jewel for a Bloomsbury weekend getaway, suitable for intense intellectual debate in the parlor,

as well as nude sunbathing and drunken croquet on the lawn...