A woman in a black bikini with a stone strap leaning on the limestone rocks of a hidden cove

Our Story

Born at Low Tide

Prologue

Every afternoon below the Uluwatu cliffs, the tide draws back and the reef turns gold. The water stills in the rock pools, the wind drops, and for an hour the whole coast seems to hold its breath. This is where Bonjour was born.

The pale limestone cliffs of Uluwatu above the surf
The pale limestone cliffs of Uluwatu above the turquoise Indian Ocean
Uluwatu · The Bukit Peninsula

Chapter I

An Island That Makes Things by Hand

Every morning in Bali, small offerings of woven palm leaf and flowers are set on doorsteps across the island. By evening they are gone. The next day, someone makes them again.

We learned to work here, among people for whom a thing made by hand is expected to mean something.

A limestone rock and the dark reef at low tide under a deep blue sky
A woman resting on a reef rock above the clear water
A woman standing on the reef under a wide blue sky
A woman standing on the reef, the sky wide and blue behind her

When the tide draws back, the reef turns gold.

Chapter II

A Jewel, Warm From the Sun

A swimsuit lasts a summer. A stone outlasts all of us.

So each of our pieces is held by a strap of stones, pearls and glass, strung by hand. It sits against the skin, takes the warmth of the day, and stays long after the season has gone.

A woman shading her eyes from the low sun, a strand of stones at her shoulder
A strand of freshwater pearls resting on a sun-warmed shoulder
A woman with folded arms beside the limestone cliff
A woman with folded arms beside the limestone cliff at golden hour
Made to be worn by one woman at a time.

Bonjour, Uluwatu

Chapter III

The Hour

No two strings of stone are alike, and no two afternoons on the reef are either. What you wear here becomes part of a day that was only ever yours.

Sitting in the shallow tide pools
Face turned to the last of the sun
The reef flats at low tide, Uluwatu
Arms folded against the sea breeze
A lone figure under a wide blue sky

Chapter IV

Our Word

  • Made by hand, in Bali

    Every strap is strung in our own studio in Uluwatu.

  • Chosen one by one

    Natural stones, freshwater pearls and shell, with glass and wood beads for colour.

  • One clasp, always

    A strap bought today fits a piece bought years from now.

  • Restrung for life

    Bring it back at any point in its life. For the first 12 months, the repair is ours.

A woman in a lace headscarf leaning on a reef rock
A woman in a lace headscarf leaning on a reef rock, tide pools behind her

Come and Make Yours

Sit at our table in Uluwatu, choose your stones one by one, and leave wearing them.

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