Fig. 0.0 — Sound

The Listening
Room

Fig. 1.0 — The Playlist

What the workshop hears.

Qawwali on the cutting table, hip-hop on the drive home. The playlist is the same conversation the shoes are having — two places, one rhythm. Updated on the first of every month by whoever is on the bench. Nothing here is for sale.

62 tracks 4 hr 11 min Vol. IV — Autumn
Frame 7A · Charsadda06:40Qawwali, before the heat

The first hour in Charsadda runs on a single speaker and a tape that has been rewound too many times. Cutting is quiet work; the room is not.

Frame 9A · Lahore14:20Lahore, mid-afternoon

Sole and last, samples and stems. The Lahore floor keeps the same tempo whether it is finishing a welt or a verse.

Frame 13A · Himalaya18:50Where the pattern began

The 36s take their shape from the Peshawari chappal, worn for generations in the Himalayan mountains. Every room on this list starts here.

Frame 11A · Anywhere23:05Whatever you wear them to

The last room is yours. Send us what you are playing and it goes on the list under your initials.

Fig. 4.0 — The whole record

Six senses,
one house.

Collection
Sound
Scent
Taste
Touch
Sight
Stillness
04.1 Sound

One night on the shelf

The reverberations of the trumpet in a Harlem speakeasy

04.2 Scent

Coffee in the morning light

A strong espresso poured as the morning sun breaks

04.3 Taste

Summer Wine

Late in the evening, another glass to keep the conversation and ill-convention flowing.

04.4 Touch

Brass Rails

Railings aged by the passing of hands. Stories started and ended on these stairs

04.5 Sight

Black on black

Jutted against the disolate stars. These angels watch over us as we make our way.

04.6 Stillness

Still in Motion

Resolutely firm and perfectly balanced. Motion in stillness, just another journey.

Sound
Scent
Taste
Touch
Sight
Stillness
04.1 Sound

Dhamaal

Dhol syncing up to the rhythm of your heart, beating and spinning in perfect harmony.

04.2 Scent

Palo Santo

Smoke billowing in the Tibetan singing bowls.

04.3 Taste

Crisp in the setting sun

For the one sitting there, enjoying the sunset as the ocean waves break. This one's for you.

04.4 Touch

Warm sand on your feet

Wear these or carry them in your hands as you leave nothing but footprints behind.

04.5 Sight

Sitting on the dock of the bay

The Crescent hide starts the colour of wet sand and sunsets over the ocean, and deepens wherever light and wear reach it.

04.6 Stillness

One night on the shelf

Before a pair is boxed it rests overnight on the workshop shelf. Nobody touches it until morning.

Sound
Scent
Taste
Touch
Sight
Stillness
04.1 Sound

Tape hiss, kept in

Thirty-six minutes dubbed from the Charsadda cassette, transfer faults and all.

04.2 Scent

Burning embers

No attar on this one. The box smells like the hookah-infused air it was deliberated in.

04.3 Taste

Summertime

The unmistakable taste of summer mangoes upon the plate, in the market and dominating conversations.

04.4 Touch

Raw, undyed hide

Left bare so the first month of wear does the colouring instead of the tannery.

04.5 Sight

Arches of grandeur

Hand-inked tiles, each mosaic a testament to our creativity and solidarity with the universe.

04.6 Stillness

Thirty-six days

Each pair carries tradition, utility, and a small sense of where it came from - these Himalayan mountains.

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Walk it in

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Vol. IV

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