京と倉KYOTOKURA
Toji Temple flea market with vintage textiles

仕入れ

Sourcing

Kyoto textile street at morning

京都

Kyoto sourcing

Kyoto is ceremonial silk: Nishijin-ori, gold-ground obi, kimono that were worn to weddings and left in chests afterward.

We walk early. We look at the reverse of the cloth first — the lining, the seam allowances, the places wear tells the truth. A beautiful face with a shattered weft stays on the table. A quiet komon with fifty years of even color comes home.

Kyoto textile shops and wooden merchant fronts

西陣

Nishijin and the shops

Nishijin-ori is Kyoto’s ceremonial weave: gold-wrapped thread, brocade florals, and a weight that tells you it was made for a wedding or a shrine.

Between Nishijin, Teramachi, and Gojo we find the quieter silk — kimono that never needed a tourist window, obi still folded the way a family left them. Vendors here often know who last wore the piece. That story travels with the bag, whether or not we print it on a tag.

Toji Temple market with vintage kimono and obi

東寺

Toji Temple market

Kōbō-ichi falls on the 21st of each month at Tō-ji. Antique dealers, farmers, and textile sellers share the same gravel.

We go for obi first, kimono second, and hardware never. The market rewards patience: the stall you walk past at eight may hold a better panel at ten, once the seller has finished unpacking. We buy what we can stabilize. We leave what should remain a garment.

収穫

Daily hauls

Not every day yields a masterpiece. Some days yield a single usable panel. That is still a haul.

Folded vintage kimono and gold obi arranged as a daily sourcing haul
A morning haul: obi, komon, and one unexpected rinzu.
Stacked vintage Japanese silk bolts in indigo, vermillion, and gold
Bolts and remnants, still waiting to be read.
Flat-lay of vintage kimono silk remnants in vermillion, indigo, and cream
Color stories from a single Kyoto afternoon.
Stacks of folded vintage kimono with visible silk collars
Collars tell you the decade before the motif does.

Vendor stories

The silk has names attached to it — not always the original wearer, but always the person who kept it.

Kyoto textile vendor with vintage kimono silk

Yoshida, Kyoto

A shop the width of a corridor, stacked to the ceiling. Yoshida-san will not sell a kimono whose lining he has not checked. He taught us to read collars for decade, and to distrust gold that powders on the fingers.

Kyoto vendor arranging vintage obi at a market stall

A stall at Toji

She arranges obi by season, not by price. Winter pine, summer waves. We bought the rust-and-cream kasane textile from her on a humid August morning because she said it wanted a smaller life.

変換

This obi became this purse.

A Kyoto maru obi, gold peonies on navy, too damaged at the knot to be tied again. The uninjured face became the Fuji Clutch.

Vintage gold and navy obi before being made into a purse
Before — the obi, still a sash.
Finished clutch purse made from the same vintage obi
After — the same weave, a form you can carry.