I inherited of the ZANNOCLOU name from the community where I put down roots. I’m going to tell you what my accessible memories say about me. I may have first appeared in the early 19th century, adorning the ears of a Nubian woman sculpted by a French artist. I am then visible in the ears of elegant Caribbean women in studio photographs, paired with the jewelry of yesteryear worn with traditional attire. I am even depicted in colonial paintings as an imposing symbol of the splendor of the women portrayed. And then I disappear. I become a myth, a legendary piece of jewelry rarely spoken of. I present myself to you here as a piece of commemorative jewelry, as a gateway to a heritage of identity, and as an architectural object shrouded in mystery. Let us reflect together on the place I occupy as a jewelry artifact. Let us explore the creative laboratory of the metamorphosis of the jewelry identified as ZANNOCLOU, establishing a dialogue between preservation and innovation.