Hand-dyed in Japan’s earth – Slow, genderless, & alive with imperfection
The Clay Dye Shirt isn’t just clothing—it’s a slow manifesto. Light as rice paper. Grounded like river clay. Woven from 100% cotton and treated by hand with iron-rich clay from Fujioka’s mineral earth, it carries the weight of tradition and the lightness of modern ease. Each piece bears the marks of its making: uneven, alive, like parchment left in the sun.
For those who dress in stories, not seasons—whose wardrobe is a curated archive of tactile memory.
It’s born from Fujioka’s mineral-rich Kanto Loam—a clay 1,200 years in the making. Dyed using ancestral methods—no chemicals, just earth and water that return to the soil. This shirt carries the weight of generations; wear it as a quiet revolt against the disposable.
The alchemy of mud: Warm, mottled, alive
True craftsmanship is never rushed. This shirt falls like a well-worn page: relaxed through the shoulders, flared like a painter’s smock—textured as wind over loam, fading with grace.
- The clay-white hue: Not plain, but layered. Like sun-bleached pottery or the inside of an apricot pit.
- The trapeze silhouette: Effortless volume, no stiffness. A shape that swings from studio floors to twilight terraces.
- The Takase shell buttons: Repurposed from food waste, each one a tiny manifesto against excess.
- The hand-dyed variations: No two alike. Mottled gradients of iron-rich clay, as if stained by monsoon rains.
- The pocketable back band: Snap it on for structure. Remove it for airy drift. A shirt that adapts like daylight.
The Clay Dye Shirt: Wear it like a well-travelled sketchbook
For the soul who presses wild chamomile between receipts, who finds beauty in the warp of sun-warped wood.
- For the flea market dawn: Paired with drawstring linen pants, a woven hat, the back band tucked away like a secret.
- For the kiln-room hours: Smeared with clay fingerprints, sleeves pushed up, the back band a flash of persimmon against dust.
- For the late train home: Loosely knotted over a swimsuit, salt-crusted and sun-drunk, the dye deepening like old parchment.
For the modern humans who curate, not consume—whose wardrobe is a library of dog-eared favourites, each piece a chapter in their story.
🌟 The Clay Dye Shirt
Limited edition. Like a diary page—meant to be lived in.
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Available by appointment for shopping in Milano or worldwide—from screen to doorstep. From our hands to your story.
P.S. Ask about the mud’s journey. (It ages like rain-soaked stone—softer, brighter, more itself with every wear.)