Wild carrot is one of those flowers you’ve always known and seen, even if you never knew its name. It pops up everywhere at the end of summer—from untamed fields full of personality, to the edges of busy roads, even through cracks in the asphalt. It looks like a single flower, but it’s actually made of thousands of tiny blossoms intertwined, like lace embroidered by nature itself. The English call it Queen Anne’s Lace, and I can’t think of a name more fitting. What struck me was its elegant delicacy, its femininity, the feeling of lightness I just had to capture in resin. Inside each piece, I’ve left a fragment of all this, so that whoever wears it can feel like they’re in a summer afternoon, full of warm wind and weightless thoughts.