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Celebrating Unions that Are Greater than the Sum of Their Parts by Misha Lyuve

Dec 30, 2011

To make a long story short: 4 years ago on this day out of unreasonableness of my intentions, auspicious alignment of stars or some other unknown to me reasons, I met my other half. There is evidence: Love from the first sight exists. We got married in 2010.  

As one of the marriage side effects, I had to commit myself to a piece of jewelry. And I wanted it to carry a message: as a part of this union each of us lives a life of an expanded potential. And if I ever to forget that, I wanted my ring to scream at me with a reminder. My inspiration led me to this:  

Lyuve, Infinity Ring

And as I continued my inquiry into a universal archetype of a union I discovered a new language – of shapes, patterns and metals. Through the combination of white and yellow gold I have expressed the duality of being an «individual» unit and a «couple» unit at the same time. And what comes with it for us and any other couple is an unpaved path ahead with many wild cards and unexpected turns, joys and disappointments, passions and boredoms. As well as patience, forgiveness, harmony and love required to keep the union together.  

And today it is officially coming to life -  

« celebrating unions that are greater than the sum of their parts »  

a jewelry line with a capacity to represent and remind of our values, intentions and promises.  

This is a soft launch – the official website will be ready in April, but I couldn’t wait any longer to share.  
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Unthinkable – rethinkable by Misha Lyuve

Jul 10, 2011

My trip to Germany started in Heidenberg. I chose it for a stopover on a trip between Frankfurt airport and Gernsbach (where the wedding would take place) because the guide said that it was one of a few larger inner cities that wasn’t destroyed during World War 2 allied bombing: the war which is far enough in the past to be called history, and close enough to still be fresh for many.  

Heidelberg, the view from the castle

Heidelberg, the view from the castle

Cozy old streets, manicured buildings and friendly locals – it is hard to imagine that less than 70 years ago a generation of a nation here was participating in atrocities. It doesn’t take much to judge the past, but all I hope is that if I were born at that time and place, and breathed the air they breathed, I wouldn’t have done any of the horrible things – but how would I know?  

…The Jewish bride and the German groom signed their marriage contract in the old building of Gernsbach city hall. And all the guests threw rice and rose petals at the newlywed couple as they arrived to Schloß Eberstein castle, where the rest of the party took place. And according to a Jewsish tradition, the broom broke a glass, this time against XIII century cobblestones, and the guests yelled mazel tov. And then we ate, drank and danced, and fraulines mixed in with aunts from Israel and lehaims with prosts.  


And I thought of the places in the world that bleed nowadays and might seem without hope. And how what was unthinkable not that long ago, right now is taken for granted. And what an effort for us to see what’s possible in an unthinkable now.

And the boundaries were blurry… by Misha Lyuve

Dec 30, 2010

 So I was taking a walk (more of an obstacle course) in Central Park right after the big snowstorms a few days ago. Even with all the layers, gloves, a hat and a scarf it was still kinda chilly. And as I was climbing though snow mounts, I realized that in a year I completely forgot what winter’s like and that my toes get cold and that snow easily gets into boots and that gloves get wet……and here she was – a bride in a photo shoot; a real bride, in white, with bare shoulders, bride hair – the full bride shabadang (and even a groom hiding under a pink umbrella).

And suddenly I saw it right in front me – Life. All of it. Ridiculous.  Beautiful. Tragic. Funny. Unstoppable.

And it was up to me whether I wanted to judge, to laugh or to cry; whether I wanted to be a witness or a participant or both.

And the boundaries were blurry.