A small studio,
a lot of slowness.

I'm Neko. I learned crochet from my grandmother one summer, in a kitchen that smelled of apricot jam. Ten years later, I do it every day — and I still can't believe it.

Every plushie is made by a single pair of hands. Mine. No factory, no outsourcing — just an armchair by a window, a cup of tea going cold, and a creature taking shape.

I believe in slow objects, that age well, that get passed on. It's the only thing I know how to do, and it's already a lot.