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"No one knows je ne sais quoi like us
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Loyal to my one great octave…
Sunday, 2006.09.03
Yakushima: a view of the southern coast
A rough coast through a long lens. This was taken from the verandah of the room where we were staying.
That’s not sky at the top of the picture, by the way — I was shooting into a mountain:
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Saturday, 2006.09.02
Osaka Steamship #5
It all comes together in this one, my favourite of the bunch. It’s a superb illustration and perfectly pitched advertising, beautifully executed and richly sentimental.
A late winter afternoon turns golden and the fragrance of the plum tree brightens as the air chills. An exquisitely turned out creature who could be a young woman or yet but a girl has been amusing herself at play while awaiting someone’s return by sea. She sits on the verandah, her Osaka Steamship kite propped against the house behind her, in a luminous and cloyingly well-composed image of domestic warmth. We know there has been anticipation, but of what kind? Her gaze — is it just banal? Oh, inscrutable Orient! — is absolutely unreadable.
She is bound to the image — is it the man she is to marry who returns? — by the promise of spring: trees and flowers link her graphically and organically to foreground and background elements and suggest that her role in this domestic universe is as simple and ordered as the plum tree’s, whose branch seems to entwine, chastely, the floral design on her kimono just below her knee. The design sweeps up to her hand which holds a racquet whose brush of bamboo carries our gaze across her obi to the continuing effloresence on her collar. Her head is perfectly superimposed against a pine tree on the bluff at the e"
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