Our porcelains were born from the assemblage of different old moulds from a porcelain factory from the 1940s. The wings of an angel forgotten on some dusty shelf with the white powder of the raw material of this material flew into the cups, also playing with the idea that we call wings the place where we pick them up. They leapt into salt and pepper shakers and were coated in gold. They were added to a small vase that stuck to a larger one, making the smaller one its offspring.