They called me Yukari | Hideka Tonomura | Zen foto gallery 2023 [NEW EDITION] [SIGNED]

4to, hardcover. New edition.

“Yukari, our job is to sell our hearts”
The manager from Tochigi always said that to me as he smiled.

Kabukicho, Shinjuku.
I hated this area so much that I wanted to burn it down, and I have vomited on it many times.
I recognize the area as a dumpsite of human desire — the nightly parties were full of madness.

There was one girl who had a beautiful singing voice and an adorable smile. She died.

Her death faded into the parties — adapting to numbing senses is the only way to survive in this place. I learnt that human desire is terrifying — once you touch it, there is no turning back. That is why I released the shutter just before I touched the desire.

The sliver of darkness that is not meant to be seen.

There are things that we don’t have to see if we don’t need to see them.
But it was also that darkness that brought my numbed senses back.
I believed in the sliver of light that was captured in the darkness.
I saw the hope of human life there.

I worked as a hostess for twenty years, moving from Kabukicho to Roppongi, Ginza and Akasaka. Each area had its own “quality”, but I had not released the shutter so many times in the areas other than Kabukicho.

There is only a fine line between desire and hope. I met the people who make their living in this district and learned the hope to keep on living.

Kabukicho, Shinjuku.

Patches of blood, bare genitalia,
A sliver of darkness that’s not meant to be seen.

They called me Yukari.

“How we make a living? Sell our hearts, piece by piece by piece.” - artist's statemet