If I hadn’t documented her death, both the description of my state of mind and my declaration of love would have been incomplete. I found consolation in unmasking lust and loss, by staging a bitter confrontation between symbols. After Yoko’s death, I didn’t want to photograph anything but life – honestly. Yet every time I pressed the button, I ended up close to death, because to photograph is to stop time.
Nobuyoshi Araki, a propósito de Winter Journey, livro que reúne a documentação fotográfica dos últimos meses da sua mulher, Yoko, que morreu em 1990.
É assim.
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