[SOLD OUT ]HAJIME KIMURA HANDMADE PHOTOBOOK “IN SEARCH OF LOST MEMORIES” TO PRE ORDER!

We will be organizing Hajime Kimura’s solo exhibition “In search of lost memories” in November and now his handmade photobook is ready to take pre orders.

© Hajime Kimura 2015 All Rights Reserved
Photograph, text and binding by Hajime Kimura
Concept, storyline and art direction by Yumi Goto
Translation and proofreading by Alisha Set / Taro Karibe
In collaboration with Reminders Photography Stronghold 2015

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SOLD OUT! THANK YOU!
*33 editions only (Signed and edition numbered)
Each 11 editions come with a single A4 size print (Araveal paper 200kg, archival pigment digital print, #1-11, #12-22, #23-33. Signed and edition number will be given upon receipt of your order only.)
*216 pages (A6 size, 20cm x 14cm x 2.7cm), all archival pigment digital print, 55 pages of text of Kimura’s autobiographical memory which is an essential part of this book.
*Price: 15,000 JPY
*Shipping fee to all destinations outside Japan: 3,000 JPY via JAPAN POSTAL SERVICE E-PACKET.
*Book will be made to order by the author and each order will be shipped after the official book launch of November 3rd.
Two copies or more, kindly write to stronghold@reminders-project.org

It was in January of this year when I realized that I lost my memory.
When I found my family album during cleaning a closet. That was the trigger.

I have dimmed, but partial memory before my mother died, when I was 16 years old.
I do have some memories, but they are not necessarily the ones in the photographs.
Those memories seem to be correct, my sister says.

Though, few family memories are remembered when I was 16 years old to 29 years old.
Especially memories when I was 29 years old is lacking, even it’s just 4 years ago.
Those photos were taken just before 3 months my father died.

Come to think of it now, at the time I may try to imprint by force the fact that I was there by confirming those photos. I lost my memory totally but I pretend to remember, pretend to recognize the photos because they have become an imitation memory for me. I couldn’t remember most of the images.

Seeing photos that I may shoot, I tell myself that my father really died.
After a few years later he died, I started trace his foot prints.
I thought it was the very only way to reduce the distance between him and me.