Sumo

When I was in my teens and dad and I were living
alone we used to have these magical nights. He would
make this amazing steak and his super yummie salad
and then we used to crawl up in the sofa and watch Sumo.
It was one of those nights were not many words were spoken
but there was so much being said.

Yesterday when reading the New York Times culture blog
I read about fashion photographer Craig McDean. Before he started
shooting for Vogue and Another magazine he spent a year in
Japan where he fell in love with the art of Sumo.

The photos were never published and kept as his private
collection. Until now. The book will be published on Monday
and I have already ordered my copy.

From NY TIMES":
 In “Sumo,” an intimate hand-bound volume from Mörel books, 
and in an accompanying show at the Half Gallery, McDean 
captures a sport akin to mountain moving in moments of 
unexpected fluidity and grace with Baconesque piles of flesh 
coming together as if in a dance. The book is punctuated with 
moments of stillness, like a portrait of a young wrestler whose 
hair is being pulled up into a knot. “Their hair is done, they 
are dressed, they are taken care of,” McDean says, realizing 
that perhaps the world of sumo wasn’t so far from the world of 
fashion as he might originally have thought. “He’s like a model 
sitting in a chair.”