“Conceptually, I am open to mistakes – errors, actually. I do play lots of wrong notes while I am making some music, and a mistake or a wrong note is like a gift for me” – Ryuichi Sakamoto
Salt-and-pepper locks framing a bespectacled complexion. Watchful eyes taking it all in – curious, contemplative, evocative of something else; an exacting mind, always simmering underneath. Ryuichi Sakamoto was a man of many polarities; languid, yet cerebral, introverted, yet unwilling to conform.
He had a sartorial flare for the dramatic – all chic-black-high-neck and tortoiseshell frames. Purple silken suits and cherry-red ties punctuating a pared-back wardrobe, unconventional accents that denoted the eccentricities of the man they adorned.
His was a constant and furtive reckoning with genre, composition, and at times, his own mortality.…
