Journal
Essays on Japanese textile history, craft, and the culture of ceremonial silk — alongside guides to caring for and living with ceremonial silk objects.
The Silk We Forgot
Before there were borders, before there were nations, before the word luxury had been invented and quietly ruined, there was a thread. A single thread, pulling itself out of hot...
The Silk We Forgot
Before there were borders, before there were nations, before the word luxury had been invented and quietly ruined, there was a thread. A single thread, pulling itself out of hot...
The Architecture of Silence
There is a particular quality of silence that belongs only to rooms where nothing is trying too hard. I became aware of this on a Tuesday morning last winter, in...
The Architecture of Silence
There is a particular quality of silence that belongs only to rooms where nothing is trying too hard. I became aware of this on a Tuesday morning last winter, in...
Hana-fubuki
There is a word in Japanese for the moment when the cherry blossoms fall all at once. Hana-fubuki. Flower snowstorm. It describes the particular quality of the air when the...
Hana-fubuki
There is a word in Japanese for the moment when the cherry blossoms fall all at once. Hana-fubuki. Flower snowstorm. It describes the particular quality of the air when the...
The Chromatic Harvest — 草木染め
When a European eye encounters vintage Japanese ceremonial silk for the first time, what it tends to notice first is the colour. The depth of a particular indigo — not...
The Chromatic Harvest — 草木染め
When a European eye encounters vintage Japanese ceremonial silk for the first time, what it tends to notice first is the colour. The depth of a particular indigo — not...
KOYOMI — The 72 Micro-Seasons
To perceive time through the rigid paradigm of four static seasons is to observe the world through a blunt instrument. Where the Western calendar imposes sweeping, months-long brushstrokes upon the...
KOYOMI — The 72 Micro-Seasons
To perceive time through the rigid paradigm of four static seasons is to observe the world through a blunt instrument. Where the Western calendar imposes sweeping, months-long brushstrokes upon the...
The Eloquence of Small Things
We are drowning in words. Not ideas — words. The distinction matters. An idea arrives once, if you are lucky, and changes the angle of everything. Words arrive in thousands,...
The Eloquence of Small Things
We are drowning in words. Not ideas — words. The distinction matters. An idea arrives once, if you are lucky, and changes the angle of everything. Words arrive in thousands,...