À la recherche du temps perdu/Pass it on to the next time

Even when unpicked, time remains.A garment that has been cherished waits quietly for where it will belong next.

A garment that has been cherished waits quietly for where it will belong next.

　Several kimono were entrusted to me after the passing of a life partner.Every piece carries traces of having been worn and cared for.Sleeves softened by use, fabric shaped by a body.They were clearly loved.

Some I wear myself, quietly, from time to time.Others I will one day send off to new lives.

Among them is a summer kimono with a single family crest.Considering its color and season, its rank is high.It is not something that can be passed on lightly, nor to just anyone.

I find myself asking not who wants it,but where this garment might be happiest.

Kimono are not objects frozen in time.They are garments meant to live alongside people,to be worn, altered, and passed on.

What remains, after all, is not ownership,but the care that once touched them.

The decision to alter is never purely technical. It is a dialogue between the garment, its structure, and the hands that continue its existence.

You may never wear a kimono.

But you can wear the art of Wasai.

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