Erickson Beamon's Midnight in Paris

A vaudevillian cabaret, a flapper, a 1920's courtesan,a bottle of moonshine, and a bag of crystal all walk into a prohibition-era speakeasy... Badum, bum. But actually, really, genuinely, I think I want to live inside the warm, glowy, nostalgic world that I was transported into during Erickson Beamon's presentation. It was Midnight in Paris, it was golden age New York City, it was jazzy Boulevard de Saint-Germain... basically everything I long for. And the jewelry? Flawless.










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