Dear Reader,
Let me start by saying that in more than 10 years spent visiting galleries and writing on art in Tokyo, I have never encountered anything more disturbing than the photographs of Slawomir Rumiak.
It would be a grand understatement to say that the 32-year-old Polish artist's work is not for everyone. Be warned, ye who would venture out to the Il Tempo gallery, that the exhibition there of some two dozen black-and-white photographs from Rumiak's 2003 publication, "The Love Book -- The Best of My Dreams," is the stuff of nightmares.