One step out of the house his journey is already begun, says the photographer. Curtains of darkness and swirls of light waft quietly down, everything pulses alive and trembling. The outside world pretends quite incidentally to open door after shut door before the photographer's eyes.
1970s. Unable to distance himself from his photos, Daido Moriyama kept taking photos incessantly, even as he ventured forth through what must have been the depths of profound confusion, nonchalantly stockpiling 35mm and half-size color images faster than could ever be shown.
When I begun casting about a fourth MMM title, it was none other than Moriyama himself who suggested we do a book of his unpublished color positives from the 1970s. And in typical fashion, he just handed the designer file pages of actual film strips. Bondage pics he shot one time only at S&M novelist Oniroku Dan's request to make enough money to travel to Europe, since collected in the volume Kagero. Nudes for running in Japanese Playboy back then. Snapshots of glinting neon night towns, backside figures walking in train stations seen only once and never again, the thrust chin sidelong disdainful glance of a woman, scenes drawn to Moriyama's unwavering compass needle.
Hisako Motoo from "the incidental (chance) and the inevitable (fate)"