1. When you embrace your lover, sometimes you wish to melt right into them. To realise this wish, I’ve been photographing couples in small, or even cramped spaces like motels and bathtubs. As my work has become more and more intense, I’ve noticed that communication is indispensable. This time, I reached the point of photographing couples in vacuum-sealed packs, in a set that I’ve constructed in my own kitchen. The lights are in the ceiling, so I just flip one switch and have everything ready. I have a few different coloured paper backgrounds, which I can leave rolled up in the corner. After the couple gets into the vacuum pack, I suck the air out with a vacuum cleaner until there’s none left. This gives me 10 seconds to take the shot. In this extremely limited time I can’t release the shutter more than twice. I’ve been in there myself, and the fear I felt was overwhelming. As the shooting continues over multiple takes, the pressure of the vacuum seal grows stronger. At the same time, the two bodies start to communicate, and whether through the unevenness of limbs or the curve of joints they begin to draw a shape of what they want to express. The two lovers draw closer until they finally transform into a single being. Looking at these vacuum-sealed packs of love, we can only imagine a more peaceful world. For me, the vacuum pack is only a means: the important thing is connecting to someone.

    - Haruhiko Kawaguchi


  2. Alley cats 🐱


  3. "The moment was incredibly fleeting, yet it would happen again and again. They continued to talk as if they were familiar strangers…. Of all the outcomes, none of them were right and none of them were wrong. Somewhere else, they were someone else’s someone else. They passed each other without recognition. He knew this would be the place he saw her last. He missed her without even knowing who she was. He wished things to repeat. He knew he could never have her here. Subject X’s doubt and self pity became superfluous within the abundance of infinity….

    All at once, everything was lost. Yet somewhere else, it could be found.”


  4. Thank you Beijing for being surprisingly kind to me.



  6. "Nostalgia for lost love is cowardice disguised as poetry."
    — Jeanette Winterson


  8. "I never fall apart because I never fall together."

  9. 'If you wanna try,
    You can come out and see me
    I could be home by now’

    Bombay Bicycle Club tonight was just brilliant.