#Tiffany Yellow Diamond

[gemville]

An Amazing Aquamarine, Diamond and Yellow Gold Bracelet by Jean Schlumberger for Tiffany & Co., Circa 1960

Source: Tan Chee Seng via Pinterest

[modeofarig]

♡ | 6.5.24

— Instagram post & Met Gala rehearsal.

Ariana Grande wears a customised look from the Maison Margiela Spring 2024 Couture collection, designed by John Galliano and Tiffany & Co. earrings / studs for her Met Gala performance rehearsal.

[kiernanshayemckay]

The Tiffany Yellow Diamond is one of the largest yellow diamonds ever discovered. Its carat weight was originally 287.42 carats in the rough when discovered in 1878 in the Kimberley mine in South Africa.

It was cut into a cushion shape of 128.54 carats with 82 facets—24 more than a traditional round brilliant—to maximize its brilliance. The facet pattern features eight needle-like facets pointing outward from the culet (bottom) facet.

The diamond is known to have been worn by only 4 women during its lifetime. It was worn by Edwin Sheldon Whitehouse at the 1957 Tiffany Ball, Audrey Hepburn for promo pictures for Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Lady Gaga at the 91st Academy Awards and Beyoncé in a collaboration campaign with Tiffany in 2021.

Source Wikipedia

[vintagevoiture]

Charles Lewis Tiffany (1812-1902) Joaillier

Tiffany Diamond 128,54 carats. source Tiffany.fr

[themakeupbrush]

Close up of the 100 carat Tiffany necklace worn by Dua Lipa at the 2023 Met Gala

“She is the first star to wear Tiffany & Co.’s new Legendary diamond, which is set on the label’s Lucida Star necklace. The white Legendary diamond is over 100 carats and pays homage to the shape of the iconic yellow Tiffany diamond via its near-identical cushion cut. According to the label, the new white diamond is D-colored, features 82 facets, and is responsibly sourced from Botswana.”

[xanaxspritz]

✨my headcanons of how each jjk sugar daddy would take care of you ✨

𝑔𝑜𝒿𝑜

likes to show off not only his expensive cars but his beautiful lady as well. babes you are PAMPERED with spa days, vacations, and private shopping at Dior and Hermès. most of the time he's not even looking a price tags.

not only is he independently wealthy, but he's got that gojo clan money 💴💴💴🤑 so of course you get dibs on the expensive family heirlooms. you spend most of your time in his Tokyo high-rise penthouse pursuing your creative hobbies while gojo is out being the strongest sorcerer in the world.

𝓃𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾

not as flashy but he's makes sure you're taken care of first. he pays all your bills: rent, utilities, car, and hair and nails. he loves seeing you in lingerie so he's constantly gifting you the cutest La Perla and Agent Provacteur. when he has a good amount of down time between meetings, he loves a nasty quicky in his car behind his work building.

you never carry a wallet with him, minus having your ID on you. living together, don't mind doing the cooking and cleaning in his luxury apartment, as long you two still get to take your bi-annual all expenses paid vacation to the 4 Seasons in Bora Bora. 🏝️

𝑔𝑒𝓉𝑜

even though he's runs a cult, not many people know how exactly loaded he is. a few weeks after dating you find a large black box inside your studio apartment along with a bouquet of flowers. to your immense shock, the man literally gifted you a classic Chanel flap bag. he's quick to snatch away the bill from you when you two go out to eat.

geto is possessive, he insists on hiring a private driver for you to come from your apartment to the temple, as well as a private security detail. "to keep you safe from those monkeys" he says. you eventually move into the temple with him though. to make sure everyone knows that you're his, he gifts you a custom Tiffany necklace, adorned in yellow diamonds that spell out suguru. 💎

[ladyanaschmidt]

Sicilian Lemon - Clay Beresford +18 IcePlay

I hope you like it, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

The bar was practically deserted that Tuesday night. The rain had awakened his senses in the face of The Crown's expensive menu, a luxurious night befitting Manhattan, its shiny skyscrapers reflecting their shine from the drops on the glass ceiling, like small diamonds. "I'll have a side of Calamari, and a Martini." As soon as the waiter leaves the table, the dark overcoat is closed, his nails clink on the table, in the same symphony of the blues played in the background by a young man. The afro of his hair is similar to his own, like a lion's mane, the shine of his sweaty skin like a varnish on mahogany wood. Damn, the damn white tank top and leather jacket suited him very well. Looking away again to the window, crossing his legs, he felt the rain intensify, inside and outside the bar. Looking at his Cartier watch, he saw that Clayton was fucking late. The Polaroid camera attached to her neck was immediately brought to her eyes, the clicking gears and the sound of the photograph perfectly capturing the immensity of New York seen from above. Holding the photograph between her fingers, the smell of ink invaded her nostrils, at the same time that her order had arrived. Removing her things from the table, she set the photograph aside, observing the cooked squid and rustic cockroaches, the low, yellowish light shining the Tiffany ring on her right finger. Dating Clayton Beresford seemed like something she would only imagine in her erotic novels, but the silver and diamonds on her ring finger didn't lie about the thousands of dollars it was worth. And neither did the man who placed the jewel on her hand. He not only hired her as a professional photographer for his company, but he also nailed the expensive Baccarat scent to her pulse when he called her to his bed for the first time.

— Eating without me, princess? — Clay's velvety voice invaded your senses, looking up and your gaze met the blue of the most powerful man in New York. — I'm sorry for leaving you… — He walks around the table, his index finger rising from the tip of your right finger, then over your elbow, shoulders and finally chin, raising his gaze even higher to him. — Waiting. He lets go of your face, purposefully scraping his nail on your jaw, testing your reaction. Sitting down in front of you, he removes the scarf, playing with the fabric in his hands, rolling and unrolling it in the palms of his hands. You also bring the squid to your mouth, looking into his eyes as he speaks to a waiter. However, instead of biting into the seafood, you place your tongue inside the circumference of the food, making a circular motion to slurp the sauce. He bites his lip hard, pulling the man's arm and stuffing some bills into his pocket, which the man immediately smiles and bows. She looks back at you, who swallows the food, also teasing him. “Aren’t you going to eat?” You asked, pointing to the almost empty plate. Your metaphor hovers in the air, and Clay stretches his foot towards you, his Oxford shoe scraping against your expensive pantyhose, caressing it. You melt into your chair, relaxing your back, while your left hand is held by his hand, his ring and index fingers fingering your palm, calling, asking. Until he finally answers: “Expensive dishes are eaten in the presidential suite.” Fuck, you could have come just with that sentence, as he brings his Negroni to his lips, his foot hooks on your calf, locking your body. The red liquid fell from the corner of his mouth, staining his jaw, he cleans the red trail with his tongue, spreading it over his white teeth. At the same time you squeeze his hand tightly, he finally laughs mockingly. “I guess we can skip to dessert, right?” You don't know how you got out of that table, you don't know how you got to the rooftop, the place full of yellow lights, drinks and food. The fireplace rising like the excitement that grew inside you. When the door closes, he goes to the fireplace, arranging two shallow glasses of drinks, and cut Sicilian lemons, the bucket full of ice, you remove your coat, shirt, pants, if you could you would tear off your skin so he could touch your veins directly with his fingers, bursting veins and arteries. When he turns around, his gaze was almost adoring, as he unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt, tilting his head to the side, calling you. When he is only in his pants, you approach, your fingers exploring his body, tracing the cut on his toned chest, taking another step, you glued your mouths. He tasted like Negroni, seafood, salt, and, most of all, the flavor of fire. He pushes your body back, just to have the pleasure of taking you in his arms, because he knows you are too weak to stand. His tongue swirls in your mouth, turning your face with his head, while his arms hold your band with a baby, placing you on the counter above the fireplace, on a blanket, right next to the condiments he left there. He gently places your feet locked on his back, the heat of the fire scraping your panties. Scaring you. You bring your hands to the back of his neck, trying to pull his face away from yours. "The fire… you're going to burn us…" He pulls away obediently, but smiles playfully. Getting closer to your ear, removing your bra: "It won't be the fire that will burn you, my princess." He turns his attention to your neck, biting your skin lightly, your hands go to his strands, messing up his silky blond locks, scratching your scalp when he bites your skin, eliciting a louder moan. "Are you okay, princess?" — He stops, resting both his hands on your hip bones, looking worriedly into your eyes. You roll your eyes and beg: — Please, suck me, Clay.

Something breaks inside him, his gaze becomes volatile, he pulls your panties and socks down your legs, letting the heat of the fire touch your feet. He stands up, picking up several pieces of flaky ice, tracing your neck with his mouth and the ice between his teeth. The contrast makes you gasp, your nails scratching his back, the ice melting on your warm skin, at the same time as the flow of your waters begins to wet his fingers as they explore you slowly. Opening your big lips, making sure to make himself heard and listen to your waves. He strums her with the strings of a guitar, extracting the most beautiful sounds from her, until Clay silences her with his lips on yours, you tremble with your mouth frozen due to the cold of the ice cubes. In a moment the blue of his orbs open and he pulls away slightly: "I want to try something, do you think you can handle the ice?" — Your hand stills, your two fingers inside you stop moving inside you, but he curls his digits, touching something inside you that makes you scream. — You certainly melt the ice of any glacier. He kisses you again hungrily, his breath smelling like you. His ambiguous sentence makes you want to cry, after all you didn't know who had melted whose barriers. But you knew that Clay Beresford was yours, completely and entirely yours. Just as you were his, completely and entirely too. He takes a step back, letting go of your face, supporting you better on the fireplace, you can see his chest covered in sweat, as if he was melting, the fire was literally and figuratively between you, and he loved to burn himself. His skillful hand squeezes the Sicilian lemon into the shaker, adding cachaça, lemon slices, honey, and finally closing it and shaking it with measured force, you tremble in your place, your hawk eyes hunting him, analyzing his black pants, marked by your excitement. When he finished, he poured its contents into a Martini glass, placing a dehydrated lemon slice on top. Lifting the drink to his full lips, sipping it, then smiling, he looked into your eyes over the crystal: — It's missing ice… — He leaves the glass on the floor, and approaches again, picking up the bucket of ice, holding some in his hand. — How fast can I make you cum with my mouth?

At that moment you laugh, finally understanding his goals, determined to embark on his idea, you teased: — The ice can't melt… — She holds his face with the tip of her nails, scratching his cheek affectionately. — Show me what you're capable of, that mouth does more than just… — She lowers his head down your torso, watching him put 3 ice cubes in his mouth. — Business. When his mouth touches your pussy, a volcano rises in your senses, and screams erupt. He's not calm, he's not delicate like Clay usually is. And he knows it. His tongue moves, spinning the ice at your entrance, while his nose presses your clitoris hard, almost choking on the ice, but he persists, saliva and water mixing with your juices. His hands, once gentle in caressing you, now grip your thighs fiercely. Keeping you still. When you try to lift yourself towards his lips, he holds you with his arms, intertwining his fingers over the hair on your skin, at the same time pulling you lower, the heat of the fire embracing your perineum.

The room echoed with the moans, the calls. The prayers. The musk of her flavor tempering the frozen stones that were still intact in Clay's mouth. Her nails grip his hair tightly, then her palms caress his abused scalp in a silent apology. He brings his mouth to the glass with the Sicilian lemon caipirinha, his favorite, and he sips the drink in a short gulp, approaching and kissing his hair as he holds the crystal glass.

— Sicilian lemon is undoubtedly a wonderful ingredient… — He licks its residue from your hair and skin, savoring your cum. — But you are the most addictive drink in the world… — He goes between your breasts, resting his hand on your cheek, in complete contrast to the fury he felt sucking you off a few minutes ago. — I'm drunk because of you, damn it. He drinks more of the drink, offering it to you, who shakes her head, scraping her foot against his pants, feeling your excitement. And your laugh rises, as you pick up the phone forgotten by your side. You pull his body towards you, feeling him play with your nipples, laying your head on his sternum. When you dial a number, your hand goes to the back of his neck, keeping him still. — I want the ingredients to make the Spanish drink in suite 501. — He makes a move to get up, but continues kissing your pink bud. — Except for the condensed milk, I… — You look down, and Clay returns your cheeky look, his foot pinching your member, making you bite your tongue and moan. — I already have what I need. — He stands up, holding your face. Glazed like a dog on hunting day. — Thank you. When the call ends, he pulls you into another kiss, the taste of lemon explodes in your mouth, as well as the undeniable taste of Clay. — Are you going to try all the drinks? — He asks, biting your ear slowly, and pulling you to the floor. Holding your body close to his own. — Wait for the sun to come up so you can go… please. — He begs with doe eyes, big and loving. And you simply smile as you say: — I have a tolerance for alcohol, and you Clay? — He smiles cynically, approaching you again. — I have all night.

Lady Ana Schmidt

[taylor-russell-fun]

"To add some shine to her black choker, she opted for the iconic Jean Schlumberger by Tiffany Bird on a Rock brooch in platinum and 18k yellow gold, accentuated by a diamond that’s over 12 carats. And she topped it off with Schlumberger’s banana dot ear clips in yellow gold with black enamel.

“I’m a big lover of history,” Russell adds. “The archival Tiffany necklace has been one of my favorites. It’s very exciting to dream and imagine the places it’s been before me, and the many women who have worn it.”

source: elle.com

[dozydawn]

“This 396.30-carat kunzite gem from Afghanistan adorns the necklace that Paloma Picasso designed in 1986 to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Tiffany & Co. The cushion cut kunzite is set in an 18k yellow gold and diamond ribbon motif pendant. The necklace also contains 30 South Sea baroque pearls.”

[lamaisongaga]

LADY GAGA IN CELINE COUTURE FOR “JOKER: FOLIE À DEUX” UK PREMIERE

Lady Gaga turned heads at the "Joker: Folie à Deux" UK premiere at Cineworld Leicester Square, proving once again that no one does high fashion drama quite like her.

Styling by Tom Eerebout and Sandra Amador, respectively.

Dressed in a custom Celine by Hedi Slimane couture creation, she delivered a masterclass in theatrical elegance. The eye-catching ensemble featured a fierce red double satin faille bolero jacket with exaggerated, puffed shoulders—a bold nod to vintage power dressing—while the striking asymmetrical mermaid gown that cascaded into sculptural folds exuded pure red-carpet grandeur.

Every detail of this look was meticulously chosen to command attention, from the razor-sharp tailoring to the luxurious silk fabric that practically glistened under the flashing lights. The vibrant red palette perfectly echoed the intensity of Joker, setting the tone for the evening with a nod to the film’s audacious spirit.

Let's get to the jewelry!

Of course, she was decked in diamonds provided by Tiffany & Co.

Taken from their 2024 Blue Book titled "Céleste", these Flames platinum and yellow-gold earrings feature citrine diamonds in a brilliant cut.

Gaga elevated her already show-stopping jacket with a stunning Jean Schlumberger for Bird on a Rock brooch. Known for its intricate design and whimsical charm, the brooch featured a glimmering bird perched atop a deep red spessartine of 20-plus carats, symbolizing both elegance and playfulness.

The bird itself, set in diamonds and accented with gold detailing, perches lightly yet confidently on the large, oval-cut ruby, making this piece a masterpiece of both artistry and craftsmanship. Schlumberger, famed for his fantastical designs, created the brooch in the 1950s, and it has since become a signature piece in the High Jewelry collection.

Also from from the 2024 "Céleste" Blue Book — this uuuuultra insane Apollo platinum, yellow-gold, pavé diamonds and yellow diamonds bangle inspired by original Schlumberger designs.

The last Tiffany item, apart from her engagement ring, is this Schlumberger Vigne 18k gold and platinum with marquise diamonds ring ($34,300).

The Pleaser Xtreme-1020 black faux leather platform booties completed the look.

For the short and black nails, Miho used the Aprés Gel Couleur in "Birnam Wood". Both the base and top coats are by Presto.

[gemville]

Moonstone, Diamond, Sapphire, 14k Yellow Gold and Platinum Necklace by Tiffany & Co., Circa 1910

Photo Courtesy: Veronique Bamps

Source: forbes.com

[eriebasin]

An antique c1900 Edwardian-era Tiffany & Company ring with an extremely high quality vivid green emerald weighing approximately 0.70 carats at the center of four European cut diamonds totaling approximately 1.50 carats set at compass points. Built in 14K yellow gold. 

(online)

[selinakylle]

Tiffany Yellow Diamond 💎

Only queens wear this iconic diamond 💅

Diamonds are a girl best friend!

Catwoman's art by Sozomaika

[massiveluxuryoverdose]

Tiffany & Co. Blue Book 2024 !

Necklace in platinum and 18-karat yellow gold with red spinels of over 48 total carats, a pink spinel of over 4 carats, and diamonds. The necklace can be worn with or without its pendant.

Necklace in platinum and 18-karat yellow gold with a diamond of over 20 carats and diamonds.

Bracelet in platinum and 18-karat yellow gold with a diamond of over 3 carats and diamonds.

Céleste Ray of Light Ring in platinum and 18-kara yellow gold with a fancy brown-pink diamond of over 10 carats and white diamonds.

[wildbeautifuldamned]

$60K Tiffany & Co 18k Shlumberger Rope Diamond Necklace In Yellow Gold 91 Grams EBAY iconiquejewelry

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue March 15, 1965

Veruschka von Lehndorff wears a dark pink capelet of wavy silk taffeta that blooms over bare shoulders, pale roses and yellow dogwood tucked here and there in the folds. Shards of diamonds and pearls on the ears. On the lips, Glissando Pearl shimmering on Pink #4, by DuBarry. Capelet by Emily Wetherby. Schlumberger earrings from Tiffany. Hairpieces from Fashion Tress. Hairstyle: Marc Sinclaire.

Veruschka von Lehndorff porte un capelet rose foncé en taffetas de soie ondulé qui fleurit sur les épaules nues, des roses pâles et du cornouiller jaune nichés ici et là dans les plis. Éclats de diamants et perles aux oreilles. Sur les lèvres, Glissando Pearl scintillant sur Pink #4, de DuBarry. Capelet par Emily Wetherby. Boucles d'oreilles de Schlumberger de Tiffany. Postiches de Fashion Tress. Coiffure : Marc Sinclaire.

Photo Irving Penn vogue archive