The photography of Ninagawa Mika
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They call them Ninagawa colours. Cherries and bubblegum, ink black, refrigerator blues, scorched orange, rowdy, regal purples.
You look on.
Pupils dilated and sugar-saturated, practically pixelated.
It’s life in full colour.
A raucous, rollicking, deeply fun image of subversion and disruption.
The Cowgirl: Hat cocked low, denim tucked into boots, pistol in holster, cantering, ever-faithful, horse…
The Cowgirl: Sequinned hat matching the handle of her sword (slung over her shoulders just so), scalloped cuff poking out of the ruby circle of the Japanese flag, astride a cow-horse-questionable-soft-furnishing.
Ninagawa’s joyous cowgirl sits amidst luminous office blocks and skyscrapers, not a white-collar worker but a floral bikini-clad fighter.
You feel the photos as much as you see them.
Lustrous silks like a Rubens, flowers beneath your fingers, tearing a little like tissue paper, the slight spike of a fringe falling into your eyes…
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