Yaz Bukey; Designer of Yazbukey. Paris
March 28, 2013
November 10, 2021
Let's be real—even we would have a hard time choosing between taking in a Björk concert and receiving the TC treatment. But as we arrived at jewelry designer Yaz Bukey's Paris home during a short stop in the city of lights, she explained that it was really NBD—the Icelandic singer was actually one of her first clients. "Our first collection was entirely bought by Björk, who was presenting Dancer in the Dark at the time, so it was a great start for us. Then we designed accessories for her concerts." Not bad for a budding jewelry designer, right? We'd first come across Bukey's namesake line, Yazbukey, while working with Cov-alum Virginie Dhello on our shoot for Air France Madame. We found ourselves immediately drawn to Bukey's tongue-in-cheek designs and their irreverent plays on figures in the industry—do the names Anna Wintour and Karl Lagerfeld ring a bell at all? And after some major stints at the likes of Givenchy (working alongside Alexander McQueen) and Maison Martin Margiela (under the real Margiela), we figure Bukey knows a thing or two about the inner workings of the industry. Some of our favorite subjects are those who are devoted completely to a singular style, and Bukey decidedly embodies that level of dedication, becoming the poster girl for her work. Her pad was "completely Yaz Bukey-fied," as Erin put it, filled with her signature playful plexiglass creations—she even has a trompe d'oeil fireplace of her own design. We ooh-ed and aah-ed over her nail art, which she told us she always coordinates with her adorable puppy, Viktor. While we spotted several iconic faces (Yves, Madonna and Grace Jones among them) around her eclectic home, Bukey made it clear that she's hardly a one-trick pony, opting to no longer mass-design her mugs. Instead, the designer is branching out, lending her eye to everything from passport holders, to bustiers and scarves; not to mention a crafty collab with Cire Trudon, giving the brand's historied elegance a touch of Bukey's signature surrealist kitsch. It goes without saying—Bukey's star is burning bright.