A World Not Made by Hands
When restlessness sets in, the hand reaches for the phone, and minutes dissolve in empty scrolling.
In moments like these, I turn my gaze to the quiet mystery of forms untouched by human hands.
Where Edges Soften
When the season shifts, and the air gathers differently along the shop-lined street, the line between here and elsewhere softens quietly, almost imperceptibly.
Traces of Time, Held in Place
The kataoka Tokyo Flagship Store stands in a former factory, built in 1932. For nearly a century, this building has quietly witnessed the passing of time.
Its walls have held many lives, many stories, most of them now fading. My desire is to honor what remains. To preserve, even in a small way, the presence this place has carried through the years.
Taste of Light
What if a gemstone were liquid?
From that quiet thought emerged a new vision—color held in surface tension, a cup of light poised to spill.
The setting, like a vessel.
The stone, a flavor of light.
The new collection, Taste of Light, reflects this impression: a sensation not only seen, but almost tasted.
Each piece captures the delicate boundary between form and feeling, a quiet indulgence, crafted to shimmer with emotion.
