The Sound of Waves by Tatsuo Suzuki is a raw and energetic Japanese photobook that captures street life, live bands in small bars, crashing waves, youth, and identity in Tokyo.
The book feels restless and intense, moving between moments of chaos and quiet observation. Suzuki’s photographs are not polished or distant; they are close, direct, and sometimes uncomfortable, as if the camera is breathing in the same space as the people he photographs.
Does it matter if you read a photobook from left to right, as we are accustomed to in the West, or from right to left? Like in Japan? Tatsuo Suzuki’s book The Sound of Waves made me wonder when I found the imprint page in the back of the book, contrary to my expectations. So I read the book in both directions (do you ‘read’ a photobook?) and found from left to right seemed the best way to experience the sequence of pictures.
The book’s title, ‘The Sound of Waves’, is so to the point. You hear the waves crashing on the beach, the sound of a band playing live in a bar, fireworks, protests in the streets, rain, the noise of a crowded city, and trains arriving at a station.
Tatsuo’s book follows a tradition of Japanese black and white photography with grainy, sometimes blurry pictures, close-ups, dense pages with little place to rest – the white space between the images is black, drawing the viewer into the book. I see Eyes everywhere, the sad eyes of the models, eyes in the crashing waves. Tatsuo Suzuki drags us through a rough night in a hectic rhythm, and we finally reach dawn (reading left to right). On the last crash of waves, the sun melts away the gloom, with care.
It’s a sensory experience Tatsuo creates. It is a coming and going of the sea, breaking waves, street smells, people marching, yelling, the sweat and sound of a fierce drummer, nearby, traffic, wailing wind, the noise of the sea, murmuring crowd, a highway, more noise.
