Precision is the only luxury
that never fades.
I grew up in Kanagawa watching my mother arrange ikebana in a room where silence was its own kind of art. There was a rule in that house: never add what the eye does not need. I have been following that rule ever since, in every medium I have worked in.
Paris came after — the Rive Gauche ateliers, the Marais couturiers, three years learning that luxury is not price. It is the presence of intention in places no one thought to look. I learned this from embroiderers, from perfumers, from a ceramicist in the 11th who made bowls that people cried over. The cry is always the same: someone made this with care.
Now I work at the scale of a fingertip. The constraint is the whole game. Every nail is a canvas no larger than a postage stamp, and within that limitation live entire conversations about color theory, surface tension, architectural proportion, and what the light does at different hours.
I am Creative Director at Le Salon Doré in Palo Alto, where I design seasonal collections, train artisans in editorial technique, and work with clients who understand that personal style lives in the details no one notices — until everyone does.