About

I grew up beneath weeping willow trees in the northern English countryside, in churchyards where the stones leaned like old souls and the air always smelled faintly of moss and rain. My earliest memories are of wandering those ruins, brushing my fingers across carvings worn away by the crashing waves of the seaside, and wondering who had stood there before me. I think that’s where LJJ truly began, long before I ever made a piece of jewelry or pressed ink into paper.

LJJ is my attempt to preserve beauty the way the earth does, quietly and without hurry. It is a love letter to art history, to fashion, to girlhood, and to the poetry that lives inside symbology. Every necklace, every print, every piece I make carries that same question that has always followed me: what does it mean to be both fragile and eternal?

I assemble each piece by hand in my apartment in Savannah, Georgia. My hands are often ink-stained or nicked by pliers, my desk littered with sketches, charms, and fragments of linen. I like to think of the process as devotional, something closer to ritual than production. Each collection is a small chapter in a larger narrative, an unfolding tale written through objects.

I have never been interested in perfection. I prefer the uneven, the hand-touched, the slightly worn. To me, beauty lives in the evidence of having created, in cracked edges, faded ink, and the shimmer of something that has been loved too long. That is the heart of LJJ.

I do not see LJJ as a brand so much as a body of work. It is a museum of feeling, for the divine feminine, for art that feels like it speaks to a buried part of your soul.

And so I keep making, slowly and intentionally, under the same kind of light that filters through willow branches.

-Lauren Jane