On a recent work trip to St Tropez, I succumbed to the allure of a port-side tourist shop, spending far too many euros on a rhinestone-embellished vest emblazoned with the words (you guessed it), “St Tropez”. I had every intention of wearing it all summer, but one catastrophic spin in the washing machine later, it emerged from my Miele completely crystal-free. Holiday jewellery is the adult equivalent of a hair braid: beachy, beaded, bohemian, and the sort of thing you’d never consider buying at home. “I have a horrible habit of losing jewellery – RIP to the Sophie Bille Brahe hoops I accidentally left in a holiday rental last summer – so I try to keep it minimal when travelling.” From Barbadian beads to handmade Grecian necklaces, here, five Vogue editors reveal the holiday jewellery they treasure most.