César.

In his story, César melted down that gold on the floor of his room, with no jeweler's bench, using a camping torch and a firebrick he paid for by delivering newspapers. It took three months. The first solder joint broke apart after four hours; the second held for a day; the third one stayed put. That's how the chain of flat links you see in the portrait came to be, with a clasp he designed for it and no other. Framed, that quiet story hangs entirely from a single nail.

The framed version arrives ready to hang, no need to hunt down a frame or measurements yourself: you take it out of the box and put it on the wall. That gesture suits César well, because he treats every piece with that same care: nothing gets shown half-finished or left unresolved. Finish and sizes are on the purchase page; the rest of his story is in his biography. Here, it's enough to say that what's hanging is the face of someone who made his first piece of jewelry at fifteen.