Daisuke Yokota’s “Taratine”: A Lexicon of Milk
Daisuke Yokota’s “Taratine” is a personal journey between the worlds he once knew of his mother to that of his lover.
Daisuke Yokota’s “Taratine” is a personal journey between the worlds he once knew of his mother to that of his lover.
What once was is now that of accouterments of a lifetime wasted in the stable of senseless mediocrity. I type trying bitterly (perhaps) to formulate the playful hypocrisies of a commanding youthful idiocy into a bittersweet doctrine of sustainable return for the elderly elite deprived of the inconsistent economy of childhoods that have been forgotten. […]
”I go to places and I have the belief that if I can photograph well, the places will educate me to things I do not know about them.”
“(Congo) is one of the very few places in the world that has not been extensively documented.”
When Spanish dictator Francisco Franco died in 1975, decades of repressive cultural policy died with him. Swiftly, numerous counterculture movements sprang up to fill the void. La Movida Madrilena – ‘The Madrid Scene’ – was one of the first, and Alberto García-Alix was one of its pioneers. I know you. You’re a lot like me […]
@ Meryl Meisler “The change we monitored came to us through the shifting tides of our visual culture and the places that would slowly evaporate under the “future”. Disco Clubs, roller-skating rinks, the ma & pa stores, these places are where change happens”. Everything had changed quite dramatically in the neighborhood. The sounds of children […]
Roma’s images disappoint any prudish or salacious imagination of the cruising spot; there’s no sense of anything sordid, much less anything lewd happening.
On ‘Gathered Leaves’ at the Media Space, Science Museum
Now, it’s hard to defend yourself if you are in possession of the ‘white privilege’, as I am…
“We never cared about what other people thought. I still don’t. “
“Classon” is breakthrough in a way for artists Yoshi Kametani and Daisuke Yokota.
There are no names, just awkward glue marks and yellowing tape- completing a metaphor for the supine bodies within.