Fishing for tiny lights at the edge of silence
Hello, I am a person who practices breathing with metal and gemstones.
To me, crowds are always like screens that suddenly turn up the brightness—so dazzling that it makes people want to escape. So I began to collect objects that have been tamed by time: trembling tassel ear clips from the Victorian era, pendant boxes used to hide love letters in the 1920s, and brass bracelets that were caressed by countless strangers’ fingertips in the 1970s. They carry the body temperature of their former owners and become the frosted glass between me and the world.
Collecting Warm Fragments
If you are also used to calming your pounding pulse with a cold necklace and suppressing the urge to suffocate with a heavy brooch, welcome to this secret garden. Each piece here is like a camphorwood drawer in a medieval pharmacy, and when you open it, you will smell the velvet that has been exposed to the sun.