Thanks to Mr. Wang from MT, last week I received a package of masking tape samples which are limited editions only to be sold in their very own new shop near Waseda University in Tokyo.
Kamoi's beautiful washi paper made masking tapes are getting so popular, many end user inspiration just keep coming in as evident from MT's web site. These new patterns and sizes you see here gives a hint about MT's development, more applications built-in to the tapes, like labels, wallpaper, wrapping paper and Xmas versions.
Check out MT's blog and you'll see how the shop looks like, can't wait to be there next year. If you can imagine it, Kamoi can make it, so don't be shy to send mail to them to suggest new product ideas.
I’m meant to be writing about the project, I’m behind with the words, and the pictures are taking so long to edit. There is so much to do, and right now I’m sitting here just falling apart for the millionth time this month. She died one year ago tomorrow and I can’t pull myself together. I’m so tired, I'm sadder than I can remember, I have felt like this for so, so long, to the point where I feel I can't even tell anyone any more. I’m a broken record, going round, and round, and round… Every time I think I’m getting there I’m smashed back down again, and I'm so tired of getting up. I don’t even care who reads this anymore, or what they think. I’m a schizophrenic to grief, I'm fine, I'm not, I'm broken, I mend, I look so bad. I cant remember what its like to look in the mirror and feel like myself, I'm permanently marked by the results of this strain, I'm scared it will scar me. I haven’t taken a self-portrait since May because I simply can’t stand myself anymore. I need this to stop; I need someone to take it away….. No one talks about her anymore, I feel like the only one who cries about her, she is everywhere, inside me, around me, fused into my soul, my shadow….. my heart beat…..my everything.
… I would give anything be my old self again, take me back 3 years before she was ill or I was ill, before any of the pain had begun. I feel like I can’t get through another day, I just want to sleep until I can’t remember anymore….. I miss her so much.
