Daikichi Amano is interested in icky, slimy, and gooey. His creepy–even disgusting–photographs depict supple young bodies marred by subterranean decay at the mouths of leeches and the tentacles of cephalopods (which, according to one interview, the crew eats after the shoot to avoid the cruelty of wasting the animals). There is an overall sense of clamminess; Amano’s artistic roots are in pornography, but these images are the opposite of inviting. And yet I can’t look away.
