“My project “Kyoto” is a testament of my sensory experience — purely personal, intuitive, imperfect —and connected with a remote past of my existence centuries ago.
The images recall magical circumstances, mirrored repetitions and infinite time.
As if Jorge Luis Borges had shaped this landscape and asked me in a dream to immortalise it.
As a foreigner, I can only imagine Japan’s past from others’ stories, yet I feel a strong magical connection to Kyoto. I read stories on every ancient wall, in their aged marks and weathered imperfections. Tree roots breaking the pavement with brute strength, emerging from deep underground. Green vegetative surfaces that live and die and grow again. Transformations constant and slow, details of the past made present as nature overtakes modern urbanisation.
While editing this project, I realised that Kyoto can be only experienced intuitively, not via logic. I feel the constant secret battle of millennia behind each step.”
“The Cave is a collection of my polaroids from 2017 to the present.
The cave was named after a friend who was dead.
I said to him many times, “The savage has returned to the cave.”
Until now my concept of existence has been blurred again.
We should all roll the dice once if we could.
“In my ideal world, it would be a simple thing. Every young man of twenty-one should be put to the test. They should go to a hospital and roll the dice once. One of the six sides of a die is dead. If they had thrown it exactly that way, they should have died painlessly. No awkward situation, no beast of cruelty, innocent bystanders will not be hurt. It’s just a throw of the dice at the hospital.”
“It must be good for improving the war situation.”
In Cupboard Memories the Chinese artist Xia Boqian merge together two projects; Out of the closet, where she have covered for a long time people with depression, mental issues due to events and way of life they didn’t wanted to share publicly. This project “out of the closet” also covered people suffering of what they are but can’t change; lesbians/gays, fat, suicidal, harassed, bullied, etc… For the edit of the book this project has been mixed with other “lighter” secrets; hidden feelings, sentimental affairs, secret love… to make a compilation of private moments with quite improvised stages. What was important during the shooting was to let go and she captured only few pictures of these moments, instantly, without taking care of “professional standard” (lighting, framing,…) She captured the moments.
The emotions frozen in time are much more valuables as during the preparation of the book, a lot of the archives where irremediably lost, leaving us in doubt about using old scans or previous internet sharing. But it was the story of the book itself: a compilation of imperfect things and moments, that cannot be repeated, so we kept going forward.
The sequencing was made using the idea of mutual needs: flowers, waters & human connections responding to each others.
“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.