Contemporary Jewelry
single edition & handmade
In a land where the sky had never seen a moon,
a woman stood
silent, tall,
with wings of broken light upon her shoulders.
Not to fly,
but to remind us...
that sometimes, standing still
is more glorious than soaring.
They say she was once a guardian of the sky,
but fells
for she gave her heart to those who walked the earth.
She’s still there...
in the heights of legend.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
In a land where the sky had never seen a moon,
a woman stood
silent, tall,
with wings of broken light upon her shoulders.
Not to fly,
but to remind us...
that sometimes, standing still
is more glorious than soaring.
They say she was once a guardian of the sky,
but fells
for she gave her heart to those who walked the earth.
She’s still there...
in the heights of legend.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
In a land where the sky had never seen a moon,
a woman stood
silent, tall,
with wings of broken light upon her shoulders.
Not to fly,
but to remind us...
that sometimes, standing still
is more glorious than soaring.
They say she was once a guardian of the sky,
but fells
for she gave her heart to those who walked the earth.
She’s still there...
in the heights of legend.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
From the heart of Luristan,Iran
a form reborn from ancient bronzes.
No longer for the tribe,
but for today’s body.
History now shines upon your skin.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
Once upon a time,
in the silence of forgotten mountains and the folds of ancient time,
a young deer danced upon a timeless goblet—
its antlers curved like branches of dreams,
not seeking the hunt,
but chasing play, wonder, and freedom.
Its crown held secrets,
and its heart believed
that every image could be reborn…
One day,
from the dust of memory and the soil of stories,
it returned—
in a new form,
to shine on the neck
of a dreamer.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
In the first millennium BCE, on the hills of Sialk, an unknown hand carved a mythical being
a hybrid creature born of imagination, breaking the boundary between reality and myth.
These motifs are not mere images,
but the silent language of history;
a memory of a culture that gave meaning to the world through its dreams.
Today,
this being is reborn,
resting on the body of the contemporary human,
as a bridge between past and present.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
In the first millennium BCE, on the hills of Sialk, an unknown hand carved a mythical being
a hybrid creature born of imagination, breaking the boundary between reality and myth.
These motifs are not mere images,
but the silent language of history;
a memory of a culture that gave meaning to the world through its dreams.
Today,
this being is reborn,
resting on the body of the contemporary human,
as a bridge between past and present.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
In the unquenchable fire of the forest,
the deer ran toward survival…
Not only from the flames,
but from the hands that had ignited them—
hands that had forgotten the earth is a shared home for all its inhabitants.
Through the blaze they fled,
and in this form, they now rest upon the body of the contemporary human:
a piece of jewelry that sits on the skin
to turn the silence of burnt forests into a voice.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
In the unquenchable fire of the forest,
the deer ran toward survival…
Not only from the flames,
but from the hands that had ignited them—
hands that had forgotten the earth is a shared home for all its inhabitants.
Through the blaze they fled,
and in this form, they now rest upon the body of the contemporary human:
a piece of jewelry that sits on the skin
to turn the silence of burnt forests into a voice.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
Inspired by a nature that doesn’t conceal,
but reveals its essence through fragile transparency.
This form echoes the body, protection, and the radiant core within
where life glows, even when delicately enclosed.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
From the depths of seas and oceans,
where plastics drift like silent ghosts,
she rose
a beautiful creature, caught in a ring of shining plastic.
This earring is her story
and the ocean’s quiet cry.
Every piece of plastic is our footprint on the world,
and every living being a mirror of ourselves.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
From the depths of seas and oceans,
where plastics drift like silent ghosts,
she rose
a beautiful creature, caught in a ring of shining plastic.
A convertible brooch–necklace, crafted to be worn close to the heart or along the neckline — adapting to your style, movement, and mood
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
From the depths of seas and oceans,
where plastics drift like silent ghosts,
she rose
a beautiful creature, caught in a ring of shining plastic.
A convertible brooch–necklace, crafted to be worn close to the heart or along the neckline — adapting to your style, movement, and mood
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
In this piece, myth intertwines with contemporary design an echo of the inner struggle between instinct and reason. The moment when a creature from legend joined hands with a flame from the future now lives and breathes upon our fingers.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
Beneath a damp stone, a green beetle with a glistening, stubborn body spreads her wings like a quiet shelter over trembling eggs. Not for glory, not for praise, just for the quiet duty of being a mother. In the hush of the soil, she fights off rain and the bitter scents of earth, so her children may one day step onto this same ground with tiny armors, and brand-new hearts.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
Lightly, it fell from the branch a wooden shell, hollow, yet filled with memory. I found it among the damp leaves; a small fragment of the forest’s hidden language. A keepsake of nature, reborn as an adornment upon the body.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
single edition & handmade
Autumn
is not just a season it’s a form of acceptance. A quiet faith in the persistence of beauty, a memory of time passing in the heart of another season. Between life and forgetting, nature still breathes.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Stylist : rooyaa rad
single edition & handmade
In every void, a hidden life breathes a pulse between presence and absence. A form woven from fragility and flow, a texture born of living.
Where the pores tell stories of breath, like the human body delicate, yet endlessly in motion.
Photo: Alireza Sahebi
Editor: Pedram Ahmadi
Model: Saba Kompani
Stylist : rooyaa rad
single edition & handmade
In the beginning of the world, when the mountains had no names, two wild ibexes stood side by side silent guardians of heights that once held water, light, and the promise of renewal.
Each spring, with their crescent-shaped horns, they guided the water toward the dry plains, and life moved gently through the stones. And we remember that the origins of life are always born from continuity and companionship.
@alisahebi_photoart
@pedram.ahmadiii
@rooyaa_rad
@sabakompany
single edition & handmade
In the beginning of the world, when the mountains had no names, two wild ibexes stood side by side silent guardians of heights that once held water, light, and the promise of renewal.
Each spring, with their crescent-shaped horns, they guided the water toward the dry plains, and life moved gently through the stones. And we remember that the origins of life are always born from continuity and companionship.
@alisahebi_photoart
@pedram.ahmadiii
@rooyaa_rad
@sabakompany
single edition & handmade
From the forgotten pottery of Yāne-Tepe, a slender hound once ran in silence a symbol of speed, vigilance, and guardianship. Now, its path continues not across the plains of Qazvin, but along the fine line tracing the neck of a bold, awake woman. As if history has found its way from motif to jewelry, from earth to skin. A small narrative of a journey from past to present where time bends so that a long-lost moment may return in a new form, alive once more.
@alisahebi_photoart
@pedram.ahmadiii
@rooyaa_rad
@sabakompany
single edition & handmade
Life always finds a way forward. Somewhere between light and silence, between the hand and the earth. This piece has grown from the soil of imagination where green breathes, expands, and evolves.
@alisahebi_photoart
@pedram.ahmadiii
@rooyaa_rad
@sabakompany
