(crows cawing)
(footsteps)
(stepping on twigs)
(camera shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
(Shutter clicks)
Oh...
Are you pleased with it?
What kind of person is the photographer Haruma Suzuki?
He's one of the most popular photographers in our gallery.
I'm sure he'll be here soon.
He's here every day during the exhibition.
(phone ringing)
Oh, I'm sorry.
(phone ringing)
Yes, this is Gallery Sandor.
So you came to see my exhibition.
Thank you.
I'm Suzuki.
(Shutter clicks)
Shall I change the camera?
Just a little... lef... a little more this way... yeah.
Up here.
Okay, this way.
(models laughing)
Nice...
(models laughing)
That's splendid
Splendid
I've got an interview request from "Fine Art of Photography" (magazine), what do we do?
That's great.
I'm not good at interviews.
excuse me
He's so stubborn.
"Fine Art of Photography"
asked him for an interview but he's not going to do it
Are you going to continue this series?
Yes...
Your picture touches my heart.
Heartbreak?
It's more like a scar.
It's like a lost memory of pain, if you will.
(phone ringing)
Yes, this is Gallery Sandor.
This is Suzuki.
So what kind of pictures am I taking?
Next Monday, 1:00 p.m. Okay.
A job offer?
Kind of.
Gravure photo shoot for a fashion magazine?
*A gravure idol/model is a Japanese female model who primarily models in magazines, especially those marketed to men, photobooks, or DVDs
No, black and white film.
She wants me to take some pictures of her, like a solo show.
That's great, Haruma.
She must have seen the photos from your exhibition, and she liked them.
(water dripping)
It's nice to know that more people understand Haruma's photography...
What?
I'm feeling lonely.
Natsuki...
The other day, someone was looking at Haruma's picture intently.
A beautiful woman.
I was so happy I called out to her.
And then that person stood in front of Haruma's picture.
I kept my eyes closed.
Are you the person who asked me to shoot?
Where are you going?
Why use black-and-white film?
(indicator sounds)
The smell of paint brings back memories
Reminds me of my high school art class.
Is this a studio?
You're not answering any of my questions.
Promise me two things...
Promise?
No questions, please.
I'll take the film.
Please keep those two things in mind.
What do you mean?
So what should I shoot?
Take the pictures here, please.
You just asked me to take a picture of you.
I don't know how to shoot.
I was attracted by your photo.
I wanted you to take my photo
What attracted you to my photos?
Huh. Another question.
I felt like I was running out of time.
Time is running out?
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
Give me the film.
Can you develop the film yourself?
I'm not supposed to ask questions.
We met at the gallery before, right?
You're that woman I passed on the stairs, right?
I just need you to tell me one thing.
I'm talking what you said about running out of time to take pictures.
When I look at your photos... time disappears...
I heard a faint sound in the silence.
What kind of sound?
What's going on?
Excuse me... there's a bus stop up ahead.
From there, you can take the bus to the station.
Are you sure you're okay?
Leave me alone.
(door opens and closes)
(engine starts)
There's something nice about people waiting for the bus.
Buses don't come on time.
But they know it's coming.
It's not like they were waiting for a bus.
I felt like they were waiting to die.
(keyboard operating sounds)
I'm home!
Welcome back.
Look what I got for you.
Let's drink. -Oh.
Okay...
Haruma, how was work today?
Work?
Yeah, it's just a product shots.
You said it was similar to your other work
What did you take?
Hey, Natsuki
Hmm... What?
It's nothing.
come on, say what you want to say
Natsuki, do you hear any sounds from my photos?
hmm...
I can hear this sound.
Turn off the lights.
Mmm... no.
Haruma, that's weird...
Huh?
(birds chirping)
Haruma!
I've been crying a lot lately...
When I look at the sky, when the wind blows
I cry easily.
Is that so
Maybe it's because we're having a baby.
What?
I'm pregnant
yes
(ringing)
Wait!
Let me shoot my way this time
Sit here.
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
Let's open it up a little more.
Let's move the chair.
There. Sit down.
You're free to go.
You can touch it with your fingers, even from the inside...
Your own genitals.
I'll open it from here.
You need to lift your waist a bit more
Yeah, okay.
Move freely.
(Shutter clicks)
Huh...
(railroad crossing alarm sounds)
(clattering up the stairs)
(door closing)
(birds chirping)
(ringing)
Uh... next Monday, 3:00 p.m., please.
Why are we shooting at dusk?
The light is changing.
Every moment we get closer and closer to the darkness, until finally we melt into it...
You said you liked my photos.
Yes, I like it.
But just taking a picture is just the beginning.
Anybody can press the shutter.
Would you mind if I printed out a copy of everything you've got?
I want to see what I've taken.
Are you angry?
I like your fingers.
Fingers?
Your finger clicking the shutter...
And I like the sound of the shutter.
The sound of my life ticking away
Time passes quietly before you know it.
The sound of your shutter is a sign of my time ticking away
Ouch!
ouch...
What?
You're not your usual self.
excuse me
This is my mother's studio.
Was your mother a painter?
The last time she drew that picture...
Did she pass away?
She's in the hospital.
That's why I want to keep it that way.
That should do it.
Thank you.
Why would a painter paint a self-portrait...
The photographer?
I need to see the pictures.
I want to complete it as a work of art.
That's it for today.
I shouldn't be paid for not taking any pictures
Mmm... Ugh...
What's wrong, Natsuki?
What's wrong?
Where have you been?
It's the product shoot.
Haruma, you stink...
What?
What's going on?
What?
Haruma, I can smell blood.
(Applause)
What about you?
Do you remember the first time you saw a woman's genitals?
The last thing I want to see in my life is a woman's genitals.
Have you ever wondered who it belongs to?
From cave paintings to Picasso.
The representation of the female genitalia lies at the root of the history of human painting.
Freud, the great psychoanalyst
explained that that's where all humans
come from.
The female genitalia represents the body of the mother.
It's inherently nostalgic. It's the birthplace
the psychology is reversed
The notion that it's turned into something terrible.
If philosophy is the search for truth...
I've always explained that it is similar to a woman's body.
Men seek the truth, but women already know the truth themselves.
What are you doing?
Now I know what Mondays are all about.
I feel like I haven't seen you since...
I'll call you.
I had a feeling you wouldn't call me back.
I don't want your money. I just want to keep shooting you.
I really want to finish it myself.
You know what I'm talking about. It's the picture!
Henri Maccheroni.
It was definitely his photo album that started it all.
He met a woman one day at a gallery in Nice.
They were looking at the same picture...
And the next thing you know, they're in Maccheroni's room.
He was photographing her genitals.
You're late.
You're awake.
Haruma hasn't looked at me at all lately.
We're together and you're not even looking at me.
That's not true
It is true
I feel like I'm empty.
Are you sure you're taking the right pictures?
Natsuki, I found a new theme.
I found a picture I wanted to take.
What?
What is this?
Whose?
She came to my exhibition and gave me a job.
So this is what you meant by "just product shots"?
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing going on with her.
How can you film something like this when there's nothing to film?
That's even more unacceptable.
At first, I was taking pictures at her request ...
Now I'm thinking I want to make it my own.
Your work?
I finally found her. She's my subject.
I don't know. It's too difficult.
To be honest, I don't know either.
But I can feel something.
I see...
Let's take our shoes off.
A little more. This way.
I'm going for a walk.
Come back a little bit.
OK
(Shutter clicks)
I feel different.
Huh.
(lighter igniting)
(exhaling smoke)
I think what's important is time.
I'd like to keep shooting in the time we spend together.
(birds chirping)
You're early.
We didn't shoot today.
Is it my fault?
That's not it.
Haruma said he won't be back for a while.
What sounds do you hear?
What?
What kind of sounds can you hear from Haruma's pictures?
I don't know what it is, but I just want to listen to it.
It's like the sound of shutters.
Can you hear it?
Hey, Haruma.
What?
Move your finger.
Do you want to photograph my genitals?
Why don't you just use mine?
Why don't you use mine instead of hers?
Haruma
Don't stop.
Haruma...
I love you
Huh...
Why did you become a photographer?
A long time ago, I saw a picture and thought.
I really want to get inside of it.
I wanted to live inside the picture
(film winding sound)
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
(Shutter clicks)
(film winding sound)
Okay, touch it with your finger.
Open more.
More.
(film winding sound)
Take your hand off
All right.
Huh...
Huh.
(water sound)
The pictures are gradually changing.
In what way?
The picture has moved away from the female genitalia.
You mean it doesn't look like genitalia?
hmm...
We may not know for sure right away.
What does it look like to you?
When I close my eyes, it's like you can see inside me.
Why do people move away from
what they are attracted to?
I'm looking at the people who come to the museum.
It's like the moment when someone looks at one picture and moves on to the next one.
It occurred to me that maybe I'm more interested in the moments of detachment
than the moments when I'm attracted to something.
You mean our last cut?
The sound of the shutter at the end...
you can do it!
Yeah, yeah. Keep going, keep going
Huh, huh, huh...
One more time?
That's right. Good, good...
She'll be born soon. Soon, very soon.
Soon, soon, yes, yes...
She'll be born soon. Soon. Soon.
She's born. Yes, yes... she's born.
(Doctor and midwife) Congratulations!
It's a girl.
Girls are lively too.
She's doing well.
Hahaha...
The placenta will be removed now
(BABY CRYING)
Yes, congratulations.
Here's your baby.
Cute.
Let me have one.
(wringing rag)
(Haruma takes a deep breath)
(sniffling)
(birds chirping)
Mm-hmm.
Huh...
Miki, are you enjoying the drive?
We're going home.
(Miki crying)
Okay...
What's wrong? What's wrong? Come here.
What's wrong, huh?
Hey, what's up?
(Miki crying)
Hey, what's up?
(Miki crying)
Isn't that pee?
You think so? Yeah.
Yes, Miki.
Oh, sorry, sorry... just a second.
Mm-hmm.
Miki
She didn't pee
(Natsuki laughs)