identity


yohji yamamoto

“Start copying what you love. Copy copy copy copy. At the end of the copy you will find yourself.”
Yohji Yamamoto 


rodio se ratne 1943. godine i u tom ratu izgubio je oca. prvo je studirao pravo, a onda se sasvim ozbiljno zainteresovao za krojački rad svoje majke. tih je, posvećen, odmeren… ali i nepredvidiv. i strastven. nije tek tako nazvao svoju knjigu “my dear bomb”… nosilac je crnog pojasa u karateu. sarađivao sa pinom bausch. svirao gitaru. bio u ljubavnoj i poslovnoj vezi sa rei kawakubo. otac mlade (i dobre) kreatorke limi. preživeo je bankrot pre nekoliko godina. kada nabraja svoje omiljene umetnike prvo pominje wendersa, onda: bob dylana, pinu bausch, man raya, andy warhola, picassa, klimta…1989. wenders je, po narudžbi centre george pompidou, snimio dokumentarni film o njemu: “notebook on cities and clothes”. a sve je počelo kupovinom jedne jakne i jedne košulje sa potpisom yamamota. wenders koji nije od onih koji puno mare za modu, kaže da se u njima osetio zaštićeno, kao vitez u oklopu i da su mu ta dva komada garderobe pokrenula sećanja na oca. yamamoto, pak, kaže da na svog oca nema nikakva sećanja… magazin interview objavio je razgovor njih dvojice. yamamoto je obećao wendersu da će ga na svojoj sledećoj reviji u berlinu pozvati da prošeta pistom… to bih volela da vidim.

wenders  & yamamoto

iako nisam pušač slažem sa yamamotom kada kaže da se i cigarete i alkohol prodaju legalno u većini zemalja, ali da on koji voli da puši ne sme nigde da puši unutra, nego kao kriminalac mora da izlazi napolje, a alkohol iako menja svest ljudi i pod njegovim uticajem ljudi mogu da učine i zločine slobodno se konzumira svuda…

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“A gentleman is somebody who knows isolation, sadness and knows how to sacrifice himself.”
-yamamoto
WENDERS: Do you still play guitar?
YAMAMOTO: Not anymore. I no longer have emotion for playing guitar or making music. If I do it again, then maybe the title of the song I play will be “Goodbye.”
WENDERS: Let me know if you change your mind, because I loved your music. I wish I could still play the saxophone but I’ve lost the habit.
YAMAMOTO: The saxophone?
WENDERS: Yes, I used to play the saxophone. But it’s been too long since I’ve played, and if you don’t keep it up, then it’s probably the same as what happens with your fingers and playing guitar—your mouth doesn’t have the feeling for it anymore.
YAMAMOTO: Yes. You have to be dedicated. I also don’t have much time now because Keiko and I recently started living with a baby dog, which is a big responsibility. I cannot go out at night, because none of the coffee shops or restaurants accept animals in Japan.

You live wherever you live,
You do whatever work you do,
You talk however you talk,
You eat whatever you eat,
You wear whatever clothes you wear,
You look at whatever images you see…

YOU’RE LIVING HOWEVER YOU CAN.
YOU ARE WHOEVER YOU ARE.
“Identity”…
of a person,
of a thing,
of a place.
“Identity”,
The word itself gives me shivers.
It rings of calm, comfort, contendedness.
What is it, identity?
To know where you belong?
To know you self worth?
To know who you are?
How do you recognize identity?
We are creating an image of ourselves.
We are attempting to resemble this image…
Is that what we call identity?
The accord
between the image we have created of ourselves
and … ourselves?
Just who is that, “ourselves”?
We live in the cities.
The cities live in us …
time passes.
We move from one city  to another,
from one country to another.
We change languages,
we change habits,
we change opinions,
we change clothes,
we change everything.
Everything changes. And fast.
Everything is copy.
 Images above all…
change faster and faster
and they have been multiplying at a hellish rate
ever since the explosion that unleashed the electronic images.
They are the images that are
now replacing photography.
We have learned to trust the photographic image.
Can we trust the electronic image?
With painting everything was simple.
The original was the original,
and each copy was a copy – a forgery.
With photography and then film that began to get complicated.
The original was a negative.
Without a print, it did not exist,
just the opposite,
each copy was the original.
But now with the electronic,
and soon the digital,
there is no more negative and no more positive.
The very notion of the original is obsolete.
Everything is a copy.
All distinctions have become arbitrary.
No wonder the idea of identity finds itself in such a feeble state.
Identity is out,
out of fashion.
Exactly.
Then what is in vogue,
if not fashion itself?
By definition,
fashion is always in.
Identity and fashion,
are the two contradictory?””
wim wenders & yohji yamamoto

“smatram da je savršenstvo ružno. u stvarima koje ljudi čine, želim da vidim i ožiljke, neuspeh, poremećaj, iskrivljenje. ako je nešto savršeno nije zanimljivo” yohji yamamoto.

pina bausch i yamamoto
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