Prince Dimitri jewelry

26/04/2026

Once upon a time there was a coarsely made cross of brown diamonds in every shades and shapes. It was much disliked so it got left for many years in that sad draw where the days are second nights…
It was then brought to me and I transformed it into a pair of paisley earrings in soft satin finish gold where the diamonds now sparkle with a thousand lights. . .

20/04/2026

A friend of mine had this lovely little Egyptian scarab, probably more than 2000 years old. We were wondering what to do with it…then in January I did this fabulous trip to Egypt and I got the idea of having it mounted with lovely smiling cobras similar to the one I saw in the treasure of Tuthankamon (photo 3)
A simple pendant but with a very strong personality .

25/03/2026

La traviata at the Met last night felt like slipping into a dream of 19th‑century Paris: chandeliers blazing, velvet darkness, and that electric silence before the first note. Behind Violetta’s glittering façade, I kept thinking of the real woman who inspired her—Marie Duplessis, born Rose Alphonsine Plessis—transformed by Dumas into Marguerite Gautier, then by Verdi into Violetta Valéry, a courtesan who buys love at the highest possible price.
Until the very end she believes she has been truly reunited with Alfredo, clinging to a fragile hope of happiness, only to collapse slowly and “breathe her soul back to God in the dark tones of a D‑flat minor.

21/03/2026

My book ONCE UPON A DIAMOND by Rizzoli still doing great on AMAZON

07/03/2026

My great grandparents Prince Nicholas of Greece and Grand Duchess Helene of Russia.
They were both first cousins of Tsar Nicholas and very close friends. The tsar was known as Russian Nicky and he was known as Greek Nicky. He had a legendary sense of humour, he was kind and had an encyclopedic knowledge of the arts and literature. He was also a good painter and after WW1 when in exile in Paris for a while he managed to earn a good living by selling his paintings.
In his memoirs he wrote “ we were married on the 29th of August in the church forming part of the big palace of Tsarskoye Selo. The interior of this church was all dark blue and gold, arranged by Empress Catherine in the luxurious taste of her epoch. This time, instead of being a mere spectator, I was now not only one of the chief actors, but the proud winner of a lovely bride who had won herself a place in all hearts by her sweet nature and unselfishness.” They had three daughters who were known as the three most beautiful princess in Europe at the time.
In the 1917 Russian revolution they lost more than 20 of their relatives who were brutally murdered by the Bolsheviks.
There were two revolutions in Greece, in 1917 and 1922, so they left twice and were finally able to return in 1936.
In 1938 Prince Nicholas died of a heart attack and his wife lived until 1957 dedicating her life to charity all throughout the war.
I Once asked my grandmother (third photo) “how was your mother? Can you tell me about her?” She looked at me with her soft kind gaze, tearing up and said “she was an angel”

27/02/2026

My great‑grandmother, Queen Elena of Italy, tried to stop the world from going up in flames.
In late 1939, as war had just broken out, she secretly wrote to six royal women in still‑neutral Europe, Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands, Queen Alexandrine of Denmark, Grand Duchess Charlotte of Luxembourg, Queen Elisabeth of Belgium, Queen Ioanna of Bulgaria (her own daughter), and Queen Maria of Yugoslavia—asking them to unite in a women’s appeal for peace, invoking not politics but conscience, motherhood, and the duty to defend civilization itself. She even recalled the historic “Ladies’ Peace” of 1529—when two royal women, Margaret of Austria and Louise of Savoy, personally negotiated an end to a brutal conflict—as a precedent for what queens and mothers could still dare to do.
Her letter was part of a life defined not only by rank but by service. My great‑grandmother was twice awarded the Vatican’s highest distinction, the Golden Rose, in recognition of her countless acts of charity and mercy toward the poor, the wounded, and the displaced. Today, a formal procedure for her beatification is underway in the Vatican, reflecting how many people remember her not only as a queen, but as a woman of profound faith and compassion.
Nothing concrete came of her 1939 appeal—no diplomatic breakthrough, no joint royal initiative that could divert the course of the war. Yet this forgotten episode reveals a queen who, even within the constraints of her time and regime, tried to mobilize a transnational sisterhood of queens and mothers against the logic of war.

24/02/2026

Central park this afternoon as the blizzard was slowly dropping its last flakes, having decided to retreat. And I told myself that happiness is perhaps this: a winter afternoon where nothing insists, where everything is soft, and the fresh snow grants you a very special privilege : to hear the sound of silence.

20/02/2026

My grandfather Umberto then Crown Prince of Italy and Prince of Piedmont in a uniform of the royal cuirassiers created especially for him.
Kindness personified he was a man of encyclopedic knowledge about philosophy, history and art. We all adored him and always spent Easter with him in Portugal. A devout Catholic he had become a friend of Pope John Paul II and in his will he left him the holy shroud of Turin that had been in the family since 1453. In 1983 I went to Rome with my mother and my uncles and aunts to present the Pope that amazing gift. We were received in private audience.
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13/02/2026

Once upon a time, there was a polite little ring with a 2.05 carat very nice Burmese ruby that was exiled in the draw of unworn jewels. One day, it was brought to me by the owner with the idea of giving it a new life. And here it is, set in a sold block of sanguine jasper also known as blood stone or Heliotrope , a very popular stone from Renaissance times on… because it is hexagonal I had the top of the ring in the same shape and added three hexagons around it.

31/01/2026

27/01/2026

The enchanting temple of Khnum Located in Esna, about 60 km south of Luxor, right in the middle of the modern town.

Construction began under the Ptolemaic dynasty (3rd–2nd century BC) and continued under Roman emperors, including Claudius, Vespasian, Titus, and Domitian.

• The temple is dedicated to Khnum, the ram-headed creator god who, according to Egyptian belief, fashioned humanity on a potter’s wheel and controlled the annual flooding of the Nile, essential for life.

Beneath a Roman sky carved in stone, the god Khnum still turns his potter’s wheel, shaping life as the Nile once rose and fell at his command. Columns rise like bundled papyrus, immense and gentle at once—and no two are the same.
Look closely at their crowns: each capital blooms differently. Lotus, palm, papyrus, flowers never repeated symbolizing that Egypt was not merely a land, it was the most beautiful garden in the world—the garden of the gods, where every flower in the world was found.

For centuries this temple slept beneath the modern town, its colors hidden, protected by dust and darkness. Today, blues return to the sky of the ceiling, reds breathe again, greens awaken—like a dream remembered after two thousand years.

Here, Rome speaks the language of Egypt.