Guts (*signed*)

@ Yamamoto, Masaki

978-490545356-7

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Presentation by Zen Foto Gallery : 

"Masaki Yamamoto’s highly anticipated first photobook presents one of the most daring family portraits in Japanese photography.

Shot entirely in his family’s tiny apartment, with walls yellowed from cigarette smoke, broken doors and trash covering the ground, Yamamoto’s unashamed, uncompromising black-and-white photos nonetheless depict a strong and rare sense of familial intimacy and affection. Not quite dysfunctional, but decidedly atypical.

« As we grew up, we had different experiences of being bullied, socially withdrawn, sick, badly behaved and so on. These experiences intertwined with the Yamamoto family’s history and are what makes up our lives as well as the family’s bonds today. »

    -- from Masaki Yamamoto’s afterword "

Postface by Masaki Yamamoto in Japanese and English.

144 pages - Softcover with bellyband, bare binding

Zen Foto Gallery, 2017

Format : 22 x 28.8 cm

*Signed*

New - Mint condition

Warning: Last books in stock!

50,00 €

Yamamoto, Masaki

Masaki Yamamoto is a Japanese photographer; he publishes Guts with Zen Foto Gallery in 2017.
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