“In Seoul, everything has a price. Everything has a time and everything has a dimension. The city is perfect, crystal clear. But at night, everything changes. People pay just to disconnect from the exhausting rhythms imposed by this incredibly competitive society. Just want to get lost for a moment, in the streets and in the alleys, in nightclubs and in clubs overflowing with people. With the sole purpose of forgetting a too long day. Drowning in the solitude of a bottle of beer, smoking hundred of cigarettes. The screen of a cell phone, of a thousand cell phones. With the desire to recreate a more easy world. More human. Between the shadows and the lights of an endless night in search of a parallel life. Or maybe just to survive. Another day. This book is the result of three years of intense work dedicated to the streets of Seoul and its nightlife. To its excesses and its traditions. This book is dedicated to my dear Korean friends who have often accompanied me during the nights. Thank you Hong and Chang. “
Love Remains is Sherry Huang’s first photo book. Taking
the path of photography, the book is a private ceremony in which emotion
is the offering. Bestowed with an extraordinarily powerful sense of
intuition, Huang explores both the chiaroscuro and calculations of life.
The fullness of her confidence is manifested through a naked awareness;
yet it backlashes, creating tension.
Shot on black
and white film, each photo proposes visceral content that breaks down
taboos and expresses one true conviction. The creator revolts within the
patterns and rhythms of thinking and composition, inverting a
tenderness and love of great magnitude. This quality originates from
Huang’s decisive analysis of the images of daily life, in which she has
discovered that in the severest moments of bleakness and callousness,
there are many fissures that allow one to embrace all and to free
The struggles of reality are left behind to
be inspected and verified. Only the pursuit of form remains as
photography, as a pair of eyes, as a multi-channel of the senses. In the
flyleaf, the creator speaks of birds singing in the morning that she
hears but never sees. Similarly, all proofs and bases shall never meet.
Investigations stand starkly in opposition; they offer solutions to
themselves, yet still they reach nothing and come to nothing.
A passage of a Buddhist epigram states, “all things resulting from a cause are like a dream or an illusion. We shall regard them as we would dewdrops and lightning.” It speaks of leading a simple life and, eventually, a simple death and finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. In the case of the creator, it speaks of the one last fight after failing to avoid the inevitable. Rhythm and cadence creeps across her predicament. Such disillusionment approaches death and fear; yet, it can always be resurrected through photography. Love Remains is Huang’s photographic path during a certain stage of her life. It is also the most violently contrasting state she has yet experienced. Only amidst the tempestuous storm will she find ease and peace in time.
Sakura Lust is the first monograph by Casper Kent.
Shot over the course of a year – from the arrival of the first cherry blossom through the Japanese Autumn – during nights spent in ryokans and love hotels throughout Japan.
Echoing the Japanese adoration for Hanami (The annual tradition of welcoming the briefly blossoming Sakura, enjoying that moment and celebrating all it represents) the intimacy captured in Sakura Lust floats somewhere between an erotic dream and reality.
The book serves as a lust story, an attempt to seize a fleeting moment in life and make it last indefinitely.
“I first visited Japan in 2014 with my boyfriend, who is also a photographer. We fell in love with it and now visit and work there several times a year.
Through working jobs for Japanese magazines and socialising in Tokyo, I met many young girls with dreams and ambition and became interested in documenting those bright, young female inhabitants of Tokyo – I wanted to capture them in that particular moment in their lives, while on their journey to womanhood. Tokyo Girls is a personal project that I began in 2015 and decided to compile into my first book.
The girls in my book have all grown so much in just a few years and it’s amazing to see, but it’s documenting them on the cusp of adulthood is what I find so beautiful, there’s an innocence and wonder to them.
My works focus is on young female energy, real girls in colourful and natural environments. I see the beauty in imperfection.”
“This book is everything and nothing. These are the nights of madness, where alcohol becomes the only possible way to bear the weight of a life of excess. Dark places where everything happens and the opposite of everything, where sexuality is ritual and appearance. Where not everything is as it seems and very loud music prevents any thought. Those are moments of madness where no one seems to know how, where and why. This book is dedicated to these secret places.”
“My dreams are concrete. Grey solid wishes build by yellow blue red helmet soldiers. Hard under my skin, the soft grass of nature barely a child memory. I don’t like look back I look up. See the concrete skeleton grow into my Paper sky. What are mountains? I forgot I know square shaped ones with endless windows to dreamin. Reflecting not the sky but more windows to create infinity. Memories are stamped by red or black chai. Like the masters telling us to take a last look before forgetting those walls forever. I walk thru new places , I never noticed thembefore since no street before would lead me to them. Now they are surrounded by a blue wall. Inside green cocoons. The holding holds a growing dreaminside. Sleepless builders working faster than any grass could grow. I hear the howls of their machines where ever I go.Moving the earth increasing the mass of the cities. How empty other parts of china must be now that we carried all into the big cities. Building ghost towns which lonely waiting for life to flood in which may never will and lifeless houses with plastic trees. Stay happy alone. In my concrete dreamI can fly, I never touch the ground. A grey yellow sandy mist makes it hard to look far but I while flying I see under me the beautiful dreamcome true. Tiny dreamer like ants getting a number.Which might be 1148 in a black tower. They bought in for 70 years. Enough to see a child get old. The child might be me and I hope I never awake frommy dream.My dreamis not colorful like the rainbow. Didn’t knew about a blue sky. No soft mountain clouds.My Dreamis real and solid. Like The Concrete Dream”
“The Concrete Dream is my way to express the feeling I have about our Social pressure to achieve material safety. GettingMarried gaining the love and respect fromparents and society…feeling safe it is all so it feels only achievable after you bought a House [and even than its possible you be asked to make space for a bigger Building which the Society need]. Life feels like a preparation for the after life when you have what is needed to enter heaven. But till than hurry and work faster study more faster no time to waste… We getting there just on the way we have no air to breath the streets are grey yellow cloudy from the pollution. I saw a speech fromBill Gates where he said to see how rich a society is you need to look howmuch Concrete they use, he mentioned further that in the last 3 years China uses as much Concrete to build streets and houses like the USA the last 100Years combined. I disagree with himto see how rich a society is can be measured on howmuch time they have to find out what is truly important to become happy in life.”
“The City of Dust I start right here Under me the Dust and the Concrete Above me the Paper Sky Where is the Black Ink? Behind everything… I lived until I was spoken and such a foolish Believes in love with a Big City besides small People. But I want this Place. I’m a Puppet Player and a Puppet in a Shadow Play. Move under the Sheets and under the Ground. Did you know a City is a Spirit? You are part of its Soul, every emotion you give is absorb. Anger and sadness writing there words. TheWalls around you are a Library of every one’s Life and death. My Beijing is not your Beijing, what is reality, something to search for. You receive a different Beijing a different Reality but if you look for my Eyes you found Them.”
“I call my Photography an Emotional Documentary. Beijing is the City of Dust for Me as it carries all its History with it. The Emotions are scratched into every piece floating in the air. Breathing in History of a Controlled and uncontrollable City. Revolution is in the Heart and the change never happen on the inside. I felt the waves of Kings and Queens,Warriors, Concubines the City like a stage of a Endless Opera play.”