Saturday, December 27th, The Last Heads Models will be screened.
The very first HeadzModels was screened on the Christmas day in 2002. After that, we have showed this slide show again and again, but it will end on December 27th, 2008.
HeadzModels (the original version created in 2002) will be frozen and never come back again. We have a special feeling for this program in many ways. We would like you to take this last chance to see this special program. Surely, it would be also special for you either in a good way or even bad way.
This time, HeadzModels will be screened twice a day, and you need a ticket for each time. It would be over full and some people might not be able to enter. So we highly recommend you to get a ticket online. To reserve a ticket, click here.
Ok, then, see you in Shibuya in the end of this year, couple days after Christmas day.
It is just a plan, but we would like to inform you that we are going to recompose music, photographs and movies, and show NEW HeadzModels someday in 2009.
For the next show
This show brings me back old memories.
In the photographs, there is always me in old time. People feel nostalgia from me in old time. That is something sweet, sour, dreamy, soft-focused, mellow, white, clear and sky blue. We find something innocent, pure, hopeful and honest in the old photo. That is too bright for me like a elementary student.
I’m telling “what have you been?” to me living now from the old picture. “You got dirty, did you?” “Show me what you stole.” He (I mean it’s me) asks me.
We shrink from what he asked straightly. But we don’t want him to realize I’m shrinking, so I trick him with saying “I remember the old days”.
Am I done? Or the guy in the old picture is done? Or me and the guy are the same?
Photographs always ask us about “what are you doing?”. “That’s not your business!” “Don’t follow me!” “I didn’t steel, my stuff is stolen!” It’s a good idea to shout out like this, but I cannot say back to me from the old picture. I just wait until the questions go by.
Photographs always show up as something never turns back. Something creates nostalgia and threat, that’s a photograph.
I am in love with me in the old picture so much.
about HeadzModels
Since 2000, I have taken pictures of ordinary girls (well, there is no "ordinary girl" anywhere). They are a mother, an unwelcome wife, a cruel virgin, a girlfriend who gave up her boyfriend, my daughter who blames me, and a hooker who saves someone. They show me how scary, how kind, and how beautiful women are. However, in deed, they don't exist anywhere.
Mixing pictures and music, that I always do. Self portlait, their words, 8mm video etc. will be great materials. I put together those fragments, and try to create time flow like a movie. Then, pictures will be active, and image will spread out. This idea of slide show is very simple, but really potential.
Before that, I was taking picture just for an encounter. Hold the camera seriously. I just tried to take photography which is opposite to what I'm doing right now. But somehow I changed my mind. Well, I felt like it's not fun enough. What I used to do was a mistake, but I wanna put together those fragments of mistakes. I wanna try that mistake with some models, which I never understand. I wanna try whatever I haven't tried.
Much more people than I thought applied to our recruitment. I don't know why, but I understood they all need another place to express themselves.
We took pictures of them and did a video interview. Sometimes they also took pictures. I saw their various face with and without clothes. As I carried on taking pictures, I thought it doesn't matter if they are nude or not. A model sent me a picture of her with Judo uniform. The other girl came here by midnight bus from Osaka. Comparably many girls are born in Feburary or June. Some girls were born on the same day. A girl suddenly got period. The other girl said she doesn't mind to sleep with a homeless. A girl was worried about that she cannot answer my expectation. I had an interview with them on the roof of the building and in a hotel room. It got dark when talking on the roof. One of the girls got a phonecall from her mom, and she said with a dialect of westside,
"I'm having an interview right now."
Sad story, funny story. A girl said that "I really really hate something like a war". We talked about when they were kids and relationship between them and their mom. I sometimes understood. Sometimes not. We walked around Shibuya.
They are all really optimistic about "now", and insensitive about evil. They are all really positive about their birth, and all have power to clean up their past.
Being taken picture means that I am here, or I was here. I don't know what the girls wanna confirm more. They think everything in this world are removable and attachable. Memories, faces, guys, bodies, and families...everything. And they never attack back someone. They allow everything eventually.
Like sky. Like stars. Like snow. Like blood.