MAISON DE SHANTI presents
静かなる創造の狂気
＜ホールA ランウェイ＞
・2/14 16:00開場、17:00開演(21:00終演予定)
・2/15 14:00開場、15:00開演(19:00終演予定)
＜ホールB セレクトショップ&アートやグッズ展示＞
・2/14 12:00 〜 2/15 20:00まで
※2日間の出店となります。
木曜の夜、日本に降り立ち
金曜日は制作チームと合流。
午後はモデルのみんなと
衣装合わせと演出の確認。
土曜の早朝
ヘアメイクに心が躍り
リハーサルを経て、本番へ
こんな強行スケジュールなのに
不思議なくらい焦りはなく
何ひとつ滞ることもなく
ただ、その瞬間を味わっていた。
ランウェイを歩く
モデルのみんなの表情が
美しくて、尊くて
胸の奥が熱くなる。
こみ上げる涙をぐっとこらえながら
この至福を分かち合う。
大好きな仲間たちと
プロの力を借りて
ひとつの世界をつくりあげる喜び。
なんて、幸せなんだろう。
I arrived in Japan on Thursday night.
On Friday, I joined the production team.
In the afternoon, I met with the modelsfor fittings and a final review of the show direction.
Early Saturday morning,
my heart lifted as hair and makeup began.
After rehearsal,
it was time for the show.
Even with such an intense schedule,
strangely, I felt no rush.
Nothing felt out of place.
I was simply present, savoring each moment.
Watching the models walk the runway, their expressions were so beautiful, so precious,
that my chest filled with warmth.
Holding back the tears rising inside me, I shared this moment of pure joy.
Together with people I love,
and with the help of incredible professionals,
we created a world of our own.
How deeply happy I felt.
ガラが終わって3日。
それでもまだ、体の奥が震えていて、
胸の中は幸せで満ちている。
ここに集まってくれたモデルの仲間たち。
制作に力を貸してくれた生徒さんたち。
ヘアメイクやネイルで、一人ひとりの魅力を
最大限に引き出してくれたプロフェッショナルたち。
お願いしなくても、
それぞれが必要なタイミングで支え合う。
笑いがあふれるこの時間が、
あまりにも尊くて、
本当に夢だったんじゃないかと思うほどでした。
ランウェイを歩く彼女たちの姿は、
強く、美しく、尊くて。
フェルトフラワーのデザインを始めて8年目。
細々と始めたあの日の私が、
こんなにも華やかで、優しくて、温かい場所に
立っているなんて、夢にも思っていませんでした。
この場所に立たせてくれたすべてのご縁に、
心からの感謝を込めて。
Three days have passed since the show.
Yet deep inside my body, something is still trembling,
and my heart is still filled with happiness.
The models who gathered here. The students who helped bring the creations to life.
The professionals who, through hair, makeup, and nails, brought out the unique beauty of each person.
Even without asking,
everyone supported one another at just the right moment.
The time we shared—
full of laughter—
felt so precious
that it almost seemed like a dream.
Watching them walk the runway,
they were strong, beautiful, and radiant.
This is my eighth year designing felt flowers.
When I first began, quietly and humbly, I never imagined that one day I would be standing in a place
so vibrant, gentle, and full of warmth.
With heartfelt gratitude
for every connection that brought me here.
A Quiet Bloom Cycle ― 静かに巡る生命の震え
自然と人の内側に流れる、同じ生命のリズム。
その震えに耳を澄まし、フェルトという器にそっと宿す。
静かな創造が重なり合うこの場で、
命の巡りとつながりの祝福を形に。
今からちょうど1年前、 ふと心の奥から湧いてきた小さな願いを、覚えていますか。
「自分の生み出すフェルトフラワーを、私自身がまといたい」 ただそれだけの、説明も理由もいらない衝動。
大好きな桜を、Ivory のフェルトとパールで形にして、 ヘアアクセサリーを作り、そっと写真を撮った日。
売るためでも、誰かに見せるためでもなく、 ただ自分の内側から生まれた欲望を、 自分自身で満たしてあげるためだけの時間。 あの静かな瞬間が、 すべての始まりだった。
振り返れば、 8年以上もの間、 自分の「好き」と「感覚」だけを信じて進んできた。
理解されなくても、受け入れられなくても、 誰が何を言おうとも、 パッションひとつで歩き続けてきた道。
時に自分の感覚を疑ってみたり、 時に目の前が真っ暗闇の中にあるような時期が訪れたり、 時に意地と執着でやっているのではないかと思えてきたり。
今回の Gala は、 その時間すべてが静かに結晶化する場所だったね。 育ててきた創造性を、もう抑えることなく、 自然から受け取ってきた恩恵と、 力強い生命力を、全身で表現する場。
そして、 何年も前から心のどこかで繰り返し浮かんでは消えていた望み。 「大好きで、信頼できる仲間たちと、 それぞれの美しさを引き出し合いながら、 笑って、楽しんで、ひとつの世界を創ること。」
ああ、 こんなことができたら、 どれほど幸せだろうと思っていた、あの願い。
それが今日、 すべて叶いました。
ありがとう。 あのとき、ふと降りてきた望みに。 あのとき、一歩を踏み出した勇気に。 あのとき、出会ってくれた人たちに。 あのとき、喜びでつながってくれた時間に。 そして、腹を決めた、あのときの私に。
こんなにも美しく、 こんなにも必然的なストーリーがあるだろうか。
この場を与えてくれたすべての関係者の方々。 いつも静かに、力強く応援してくれる家族。 心から信頼できる仲間たち。 遠くからでも想いを寄せてくれる友人やフォロワーの皆さん。
心から、ありがとう。
今日ここで感じた震えと喜びを、 どうか忘れずに。 これは終わりではなく、 また新しい巡りの始まりだから。
愛と誇りを込めて。
本番を終えた、私より。
The Letter from Me
One year ago today,
do you remember the small wish that quietly surfaced from deep within my heart?
“I want to wear the felt flowers I create myself.”
Nothing more than that.
A simple impulse that needed no explanation, no reason.
I shaped my beloved cherry blossoms from ivory felt and pearls,
made them into a hair accessory,
and gently took a photograph.
Not to sell.
Not to show anyone.
Just to fulfill a desire that was born inside me—
for myself, by myself.
That quiet moment
was the beginning of everything.
Looking back,
for more than eight years
I have walked forward trusting only my liking and my senses.
Even when I wasn’t understood.
Even when I wasn’t accepted.
No matter what anyone said,
I kept going with nothing but passion.
There were times I doubted my own sensitivity.
Times when everything felt like complete darkness.
Times when I wondered
if I was moving forward out of stubbornness or attachment.
And yet—
This Gala became the place
where all of that time quietly crystallized.
A space where I no longer held back the creativity I had nurtured,
where I expressed—through my whole being—
the gifts I received from nature
and the powerful vitality of life itself.
And then,
a wish that had surfaced and faded many times over the years,
somewhere deep in my heart:
“To create a world together
with people I truly love and trust,
drawing out each other’s beauty,
laughing, enjoying,
and shaping something as one.”
Ah—
how many times I thought,
If only this could happen, how happy I would be.
And today,
every part of that wish came true.
Thank you.
To the wish that gently descended back then.
To the courage that took one step forward.
To the people who chose to meet me.
To the moments we were connected through joy.
And to the version of myself who made the decision—
who truly committed.
Is there such a thing
as a story this beautiful,
this inevitable?
To everyone who made this moment possible.
To my family, who always support me quietly and steadfastly.
To the companions I trust with my whole heart.
To friends and followers who send their love from afar.
From the depths of my heart, thank you.
Please don’t forget
the trembling and joy you felt here today.
This is not an ending—
it is the beginning of a new cycle.
With love and pride,
from the me who has just finished the Gala.
The Place the Flowers Carried Me
Japan Fashionista Gala 2026
A Whisper of a Dream
The image first appeared quietly,
during a moment of still breathing.
What if…
I could stand on that fashion show stage as a designer?
The dresses would be adorned with three-dimensional felt flowers.
The hairpieces bold and radiant.
Every stride down the runway evoked the ceremonial elegance of an English manor house, timeless and poised.
In Tokyo, I would create the pieces together with fellow Felt Florists.
My brother, a hair artist, would design the hairstyles.
The venue would be filled with creative energy—
hearts beating faster,
as flowers slowly build an entire world.
The moment this vision came to me,
something deep in my chest trembled.
The stage would be
Japan Fashionista Gala 2026.
Dreams and Reality
But after the image came reality.
The participation fee.
Flights.
Hotel costs.
Scheduling everything.
“There’s no way this will work.”
There were moments when I thought exactly that.
And yet, somewhere deep inside,
another voice remained.
I want to try this.
It was a small voice—
quiet, but unmistakably clear.
If I could take part,
perhaps a new expression could emerge—
where felt flowers and fashion meet.
Walking a runway.
Presenting work as a designer.
Being surrounded by the creative energy of Japanese artists.
It felt as though all of this
might expand my world just a little.
And before I knew it,
designs began appearing in my mind one after another.
At first, I planned to make just one dress.
But gradually a new idea grew—
to express the four seasons through flowers.
Seasons in Flowers
In the end, I created five dresses.
Winter.
Brilliant red roses,
as festive as Christmas.
Spring.
White cherry blossoms,
softly echoing the awakening of new life.
Summer.
Wildflowers
blooming freely across open fields.
Autumn.
The quiet beauty
of fading flowers and trees.
And one more—
The flower that shares the name of my brand:
Camellia.
A life with inner strength.
A passion that never fades.
Through these five flowers,
I wanted to express the powerful cycle of life.
Flowers bloom.
They fall.
And their life continues into the next season.
Somehow,
it felt very similar to human life.
Dreams and Reality
For a long time, I carried a quiet belief within me.
Flowers don’t suit me.
Flowers are beautiful.
They have the power to uplift people.
Working with something so noble
felt almost too much for me.
Even wearing a glamorous dress
felt slightly uncomfortable.
But during this project,
as I tried on the dresses again and again
and placed the flowers one by one,
I felt my heart begin to race.
Every time I set a flower in place,
something deep inside me trembled.
And for the first time,
I realized something.
This is what I truly wanted to do.
The Soundtrack of Memory
When shaping the world of the runway,
music became incredibly important.
What kind of sound
could carry the story of these flowers?
After days of thinking,
one voice naturally came to mind.
Amy Winehouse.
Her songs carry human fragility, loneliness,
and strength—completely exposed.
The songs I chose were:
Wake Up Alone
and
Back to Black.
On the surface, they are songs about heartbreak.
But to me,
they carried something deeper.
They spoke of the loneliness
that appears when we lose connection with ourselves.
A few years ago,
I lived with a sense of anxiety I couldn’t explain.
It felt as though I was somehow separated from myself.
Even when I was with others,
a part of me felt absent.
Loneliness.
And the belief that I had to change.
These songs reflected that state exactly.
So the music wasn’t simply background sound.
It was a requiem for my past self,
and at the same time
a celebration of who I am now.
Japan in Motion
Two days before the show,
on Thursday night,
I arrived in Japan.
On Friday, I met the production team.
In the afternoon, the models tried on the outfits.
The models were my friends.
I knew it would be a big challenge.
But watching them,
I suddenly felt the same excitement
I used to feel as a child
preparing for a school festival performance.
Now we are mothers, raising children—
yet somewhere inside us,
that same thrill still lives on.
We laughed together.
We felt the nerves together.
Even the hours of creating
were filled with genuine joy.
The Photo Shoot
Early Saturday morning,
the hair and makeup began.
My heart wouldn’t stop trembling.
After rehearsal,
we moved to another location
for a photoshoot with the dresses and flowers.
Every time the camera shutter clicked,
laughter filled the air.
“Beautiful!”
“Amazing!”
Voices overlapped.
The flowers and dresses
sparkled even more brightly in the light.
The Runway
Eventually, the moment ended,
and we returned to the venue.
The laughter and camera sounds
faded quietly away.
Standing at the entrance of the runway,
I saw a single path
stretching into the light.
In that moment,
a small heartbeat echoed in my chest.
And then—
the music began.
The models started walking.
They were so beautiful,
so precious,
that my chest filled with warmth.
Holding back tears,
I watched the scene unfold.
Creating a world together
with people I love.
The joy of that moment
was richer than words could express.
Everything simply was.
I simply experienced it.
A quiet pulse moved through my body,
and I felt deep gratitude
for that moment.
If you only watch the gala footage,
it may look like something
from a completely different world.
But my daily life is very quiet.
I move my hands.
Cut felt.
Assemble petals.
Alone,
I make flowers.
My days are not particularly glamorous.
But there is one thing
I never stopped doing.
Trusting the things that make my heart happy.
Trusting the things that make my body tremble.
Looking back,
everything began there.
Just as small petals
layer together to become a flower,
the accumulation of quiet days
eventually carried me
all the way to that runway.
The flowers brought me here.
When I think that,
my chest grows warm.
The runway lights
and the quiet of my atelier
are both part of the same path.
So today, once again,
I make flowers.
Cutting felt,
layering petals,
quietly shaping new forms.
Because the flowers that bloomed
on that runway
were born here.
And once again,
I return
to the flowers that have not yet bloomed.
