No photograph ever was good, yet, of anybody – hunger and thirst and utter wretchedness overtake the outlaw who invented it! It transforms into desperadoes the meekest of men; depicts sinless innocence upon the pictured faces of ruffians; gives the wise man the stupid leer of a fool, and a fool an expression of more […]
God makes the pictures; I just take ’em.
I needed no friends now… Sundays my camera and I would take long car-rides into the country – always alone, and the nights were spent feverishly developing my plates in some makeshift darkroom. . . and then the first print I made from my first 5 x 7 negative – a snow scene – the […]
I have been photographing our toilet, that glossy enamelled receptacle of extra-ordinary beauty here was every sensuous curve of the human figure divine, but minus the imperfections. Never did the Greeks reach a more significant consummation to their culture, and it somehow reminded me, in the glory of its chaste convulsions and its swelling, sweeping […]
If the man who paints only the tree, or flower, or other surface he sees before him were an artist, the king of artists would be the photographer. It is for the artist to do something beyond this.
The popularity of video cameras arises from a simple misunderstanding. Somehow people have the idea that they won’t mind being old if they can turn on the TV and see what they were like when they were young. This is not true. The best memories are ones that have been allowed to evolve unhindered by […]
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
Things don’t look the same in a camera; not like what’s really there.
The camera always lies.
Many beautiful sights are impossible to transfer onto film: rather than intrude my camera into an experience for no purpose, I simply enjoy them.