“Is my shirt OK?” asks Nobuyoshi Araki as he straightens it to give me a good view. “I looked through my things, but this was the most newspaper-appropriate one I could find.”
The print on his T-shirt is of a prostrate naked woman, tied up in red rope, with a lizard facing her crotch. “It only shows breasts, you can barely see the bottom half . . . right?” Araki insists with a laugh.