The Row House by Tadao Ando is not a home, but a slit of light between two blind walls, concrete, silence, void. An open corridor that divides and connects. Architecture as pause, as held breath.

This menswear shoe project emerges from that tension: the idea that form can contain absence. The upper is monastic—pure lines, essential cuts, surfaces like polished concrete. No decoration, only structure. Solids and voids interact like light and shadow.

Every stitch is either invisible or rigorously exposed. The foot moves through a space designed with ascetic precision. To wear it is to inhabit a volume.