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.
The camera can represent flesh so superbly that, if I dared, I would never photograph a figure without asking that figure to take its clothes off.
Not long ago, one of the nationally known picture magazines had a photograph of a man prostrate on subway stairs. For thirty minutes many people passed him by without ever a helping hand. The editorial comment was about the coldness of the modern man in the face of distress. What was forgotten was that the […]
Kodachrome, it gives us those nice bright colors Gives us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah! I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph So momma, don’t take my Kodachrome away.