“As far as I’m concerned, I’ve been wandering around the streets for as long as I can remember,” wrote Mr Daidō Moriyama in 2010. “Regardless of everything that might have happened in the 20 years before I picked up a camera, and then in the 50 years with a camera that followed, I spent most of my time out on the streets, and that’s where I am still hanging around today.”
This statement is very much borne out in the Japanese master of street photography’s latest book, Record, an overview of his self-published journal of the same name. Record (Kiroku in Japanese) folded in 1973 after just five issues because of ballooning production costs, but was revived more than 30 years later in 2006, and is still going today.
In the book, which comprises the first 30 volumes of Record, Mr Moriyama travels the world, visiting everywhere from Osaka’s neon-soaked backstreets to mescaline-scented alleyways in Manhattan and snowy, desolate roads in Sapporo and São Paulo, Taipei and Morocco. But his most iconic images depict the chaotic heart of Tokyo. Photographing the city is a task Mr Moriyama likens to “a caterpillar crossing the Sahara”. In an issue of Record from 2007, he writes: “Though I have lived some 47 years in Tokyo, I could hardly say I know the city well.”