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Motoyuki Daifu’s chaotic vision of the Japanese family home

Person in blue tracksuit sleeping at table with head resting on yellow tablecloth, jigsaw puzzle pieces scattered nearby.

My family is a pubis — Growing up in a cramped, working-class household, the Japanese photographer decided to turn his camera onto his own surroundings. His new monograph explores tensions in the traditional family unit, but also the importance finding one’s place within it.

Sometimes the answer to life’s most vexing problems is hiding in plain sight. In 2007Motoyuki Daifu started a photography series titled Project Family, where he turned the camera on his family of seven living in an tiny house in Yokohama, Japan, as they aired their dirty laundry quite literally, with singular aplomb. The work, born out of need, upended notions of polite society and respectability politics by daring to reveal what happens only behind closed doors. 

I decided to photograph my family because I was dissatisfied with them,” Daifu says. There were too many people for such a small house. We didn’t have money. My relationship with my parents was also complicated. It didn’t feel like a successful’ life at all. But for me, that was just everyday life. What surprised me was that when I photographed it and showed it outside, I realised how much response it provoked.” 

Like every great makeover reality TV show, it’s the before” scenes that confront and confound the chasm that lies between image and truth. But amidst the disorder and disarray, a deeper love prevails. Even within the mess there is a certain sense of dignity in the way it is photographed,” Daifu says of the work, now collected in the new monograph, My family is a pubis so I cover It in pretty panties (Little Big Man Books).

Young woman sitting on bed below clothes drying rack with various garments hanging above in small room with bunk beds.
Young Asian man with short dark hair holding white toothbrush to mouth, eyes closed, bare shoulders visible against pale background.

As a young student, Daifu looked to the work of Nobuyoshi Araki and Daido Moriyama, whose snapshot style aesthetic informed his early approach. But as the ongoing series continued, he found inspiration from photographers like Nan GoldinNick Waplington, and Richard Billingham, who crafted intimate portraits of family that could only be seen by an insider looking out. 

Crafted with the same love and care as a family photo album, Daifu’s monograph endears us to the discomforting realities of truth – within the disorder and alienation born of modern life, we must find a way to bridge the divide. For Daifu, it was photography, and his family accepted the camera’s unflinching eye in their midst, despite the fact they didn’t necessarily understand his intentions. My family once told me: Take prettier pictures. What’s the point of photographing dirty things? It’s a waste of film,’” he says. 

Taken individually, Daifu’s photographs appear prosaic scenes of mess, a moment to thrill the likes of Marie Kondo and discomfit germaphobes. But collectively, they form a landscape of family and home, and finding one’s place among the chaos. Photography is only ever a fragment, so I don’t feel the kind of embarrassment as if I were exposing myself completely, down to the most private parts. My work is just one small slice of my family’s life. It never feels like I am revealing everything,” Daifu says. 

Kitchen with white tiled walls covered in wall-mounted wire baskets, hooks, and shelves holding colourful utensils and cookware.
Smiling person with dark curly hair wearing white top, hand near chin, calendar visible on wall behind them.
Water spraying from kitchen tap onto pineapple top in white bowl, paintbrushes in pot, cluttered kitchen counter with dishes.
Man in purple t-shirt and jeans sits on bed playing handheld gaming device with white earphones, patterned curtains behind.
Three young people sitting on bed with floral bedding. Left person in grey jumper, middle in red top, right in black shirt eating.

What I always realise, however,” he continues, is that if you look closely at the things around you, what seems ordinary to you can appear very unusual from the outside. Until I photographed my home and showed it to others, I never recognised it as something unique.”

My family is a pubis so I cover them in pretty panties by Motoyuki Daifu is published by Little Big Man.

Miss Rosen is a freelance arts and photography writer, follow her on X.

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