Gustav Klimt – The Kiss

Everyone knows The Kiss — or thinks they do. But look closer: beneath the gilt, it’s a power play in pattern. She’s anchored, eyes closed; he’s all triangles and motion. Gold leaf becomes armor, tenderness becomes ritual. Klimt turned intimacy into iconography and dared Vienna to blush.

Our case keeps the shimmer but steals the stiffness. Gold and brown tones, matte against gloss — the modern echo of a century-old scandal about touch, beauty, and who gets to make it sacred.