The Photography Legend Turns a Sensual Lens to Tokyo’s Annual Floral Explosion
Known for his darkly erotic portraits of women and his suggestive shots of flowers, Japan’s prolific Nobuyoshi Araki set out to harness the stunning cherry blossom season in Tokyo for this exclusive series. An annual occurrence in the Japanese capital and the center of centuries of local tradition and literary inspiration, the sakura flower has very rarely featured in Araki’s oeuvre. This year, as the trees bloomed early in Tokyo, the celebrated lensman used vintage Polaroid film, framing the vibrant pink flowers’ silhouettes with a distinctive, pitch-dark corroded border. Shot amid the petals at Tokyo’s Hamarikyu Gardens and Aoyama Cemetery, the results seem to reflect the traditional Japanese interpretation of the cherry tree as an enduring metaphor for the cyclical nature of life itself. “The city’s skyscrapers appeared as gigantic tomb stones in the background,” Araki explains of his melancholic urban florals. “Then at the graveyard I photographed a beautiful woman with a baby in her arms and another child happily running around the trees. For the first time, I realized that cherry blossom brings happy memories too.”
Do you go to see the cherry trees in bloom every year?
Nobuyoshi Araki: I hardly ever go, but I’m still very attracted to it. The flowers only blossom for one to two weeks out of the whole year, which creates this ephemeral quality. People sympathize with that.
What attracts you to the cherry blossoms in particular?
Araki: Flowers are there for me to love, and cherry blossoms are the top of their kind. I can’t quite put my affection for them into words, and that’s why it continues to hold a special place in my photographs. When standing under the old trees, the layers of flower petals look like women’s underwear, transparent to the sky above.
How do you feel these Polaroids stand out from your previous work on the subject?
Araki: They are completely different. In recent years I have experienced the tragedy in Fukushima, the threat of the nuclear power station and the passing away of a very close friend. I believe that that emotional proximity to death brought a different dimension to my work this year. Photography has never been a method of documentation for me, but a reflection of raw feelings and sensations born out of my experiences. This is why I only trust my libido—instead of "thinking" about photography, which is something I completely gave up some time ago. I don't analyze the situation; I capture the moment.
The Artist and Cult Hero Reflects on Love, Media and Melancholia
“Sie war mein Vertigo” (“She was my vertigo”) says the German female narrator in Slater Bradley’s “she was my la jetée,” the American artist’s latest video and an homage to Chris Marker’s famously experimental 1962 sci-fi featurette. Working in a variety of media, from drawing and painting to film and video, New York-based Bradley became known for his lo-fi videos such as 2000’s “The Laurel Tree (Beach),” in which Chloë Sevigny recites Thomas Mann on a cloudy beach. Shortly thereafter the California native began experimenting with the notion of “The Doppelgänger,” casting model (and Bradley’s spitting image) Ben Brock in a series of works that explored illusion, identity and popular culture. Shooting on super 8 and HD film and integrating subtly moving stills, in “she was my la jetée” Bradley fixates on the face of an alluring woman, whose hair blows in the wind as she speeds down a river atop a boat. The resulting meditation on the changing nature of film in the modern world is mirrored in the narrative, in which the artist looks back at an unattainable past love, as though recalling a dream. Bradley’s work is currently being displayed by the Max Wigram Gallery at Sao Paulo International Art Fair and at Slater Bradley and Ed Lachman: Dead Ringer at the 21C Museum, Bentonville, Arkansas. In September 2013 the artist will have solo shows at the Galería Helga de Alvear in Madrid and the Herbert F. Johnson Museum of Art at Cornell University in Ithaca, New York.
Your early works were known for a lo-fi approach but your use of media has since evolved. Are you reacting to new technologies?
Slater Bradley: I was making single-channel “amateur” videos 15 years ago, when nobody had seen it before in art galleries. In the late 90s, everybody was making over-produced, Hollywood-style film installations. Then YouTube came out and I had to adapt to the fact that this amateur aesthetic that I was kind of playing off of was totally blown out. Back then, people couldn’t see a video on their phone, because they didn’t have one, and now they can. So you’re making a video that you hope looks good on an iPhone and in a gallery. I never thought like that before. There’s been this huge paradigm shift in media, and it just happened so quickly. It was like an artisan being trained in developing some woodworking skill and then it being made obsolete by some machine technology. But that’s what a lot of my work is about—things become obsolete and forgotten, but they can be resurrected.
Does that tie in to this theme of melancholy or nostalgia that we see in a lot of your work?
SB: Maybe. My generation is on the analog/digital cusp, as it were. There will always be changes in technology—especially if you’re making media-based work. And when a certain technique or kind of film becomes obsolete, there’s a whole process of mourning that comes along. You develop an aesthetic and a love of working with a certain medium, and then it’s gone—but there’s a digital filter there instead to create the same effect! In “she was my la jetée,” I tried to get a little bit of a sense of this disconnect between film and video. I shot some of the super 8 projection, the film stills sequence, on an iPhone but I still have the film loop sound going in those scenes. The idea was to create a distance within the structure, to make you aware that there’s a weird magician-like illusion. That’s the nature of film anyway—to create these spaces of illusion.
The title of the film refers to Chris Maker’s La Jetée. Can you talk a little bit about that influence?
SB: I had been obsessed with that film since I saw it in college in the mid-1990s. I made a series of works in which I was wearing a mask with wires coming out of it, reenacting that famous image of the male protagonist. Around 1999, I started thinking about female identity. I made “JFK Jr.,” in which a young girl drops a flower at John F. Kennedy Jr.’s makeshift memorial and it’s a voyeuristic moment—I’m following her, stalking her even, and she turns around and looks at the camera. Then I did a piece called “Female Gargoyle” in which a girl is straddling the parapet of a building wanting to kill herself and then she covers her face with her hands in this really dramatic gesture like the woman in La Jetée. For whatever reason, the image of that gesture is sort of buried in my mind.
Why do you think that is?
SB: Surely it’s not from La Jetée—surely it’s the film tapping deeper into me, something that’s been there for a long time. Every time I make work about a woman, it comes back. For this piece I remember shooting her all day and there was this one moment where she looked back at the camera—it was literally for like three seconds—I knew I could make a piece based around that look. That’s how I decided to make the piece; that’s why I needed to make it. It’s probably something to do with my mother [laughs].
Who is the girl in this film?
SB: Alina, who was modeling for me—I had this weird pattern of starting long distance relationships with people that would somehow exist outside reality. Part of making art is that it allows you to manifest this dream, but sometimes I go overboard and I believe in things that are totally impossible. As a result I’ve had a lot of connections with people that probably shouldn’t have been what they were. Doomed relationships. But I had a very transformative relationship with Alina, a really beautiful and amazing thing and even now I don’t really understand what it was about. Shooting the film was the last time I ever saw her.
It sounds like the goal is to make dreams real, on a certain level, or in a certain universe.
SB: I’m really interested in projections—in taking something from reality and turning it into a projection of subconscious desire, or our collective desires. Something I do for whatever reason is see something and want to recreate it, to remake that or have my own version of that. So that’s what I was trying to do. It’s like in the film Rushmore when Jason Schwartzman’s character says, “She was my Rushmore.” I’m trying to make my own Rushmore, and to communicate that desire in a very cinematic gesture for people to understand.
The Cannes Grand Prix-Winner Talks Love, Chance and Celluloid with Fellow Director Chiara Clemente
Touted as the pioneer of a renaissance in Italian cinema, director Matteo Garrone takes us through the shadowy streets of his native Rome and into an intimate card game in this new film by Chiara Clemente. Since his rise to prominence after winning the Sacher d’Oro award for the short Silhouette in 1996, Garrone has become known and feted internationally for the 2008 film Gomorrah, the nuanced chronicle of the Casalesi clan—a faction of Naples’ notorious Camorra—that earned him multiple Best Director awards while unveiling tensions and intimacies between the Italian government and the country’s organized crime syndicates. His latest work, Reality, takes on the world of the ubiquitous television genre. In anticipation of its release, Garrone opened up his life in the Italian capital to filmmaker Clemente, whose own acclaimed work includes the Sundance Channel’s Beginnings as well as the series Made Here: Performing Artists on Work and Life in New York City. Clemente was a fan of Garrone's when she began working on today's short, having been entranced and inspired after seeing The Embalmer as a recent film school grad, yet she quickly found they had more in common than their chosen profession. “I discovered shortly after we started talking that his mother took amazing photographs of my mother when she was very young and a theater actress,” muses the director. “Here I was doing a portrait of him, and his mother had done a similar thing with my mother more than 30 years before.” Interlacing the multicultural surrounds of Garrone’s city with his love of sensuality and the at times unpredictable game of poker, Clemente's intimate portrait reveals that “the most exciting moments in a documentary happen by chance.”