. . . it was so rich and exotic I was seduced into taking one bite and then another as I tried to chase the flavors back to their source.
Since I'm inarticulate, I express myself with images.
All I can say about the work I try to do, is that the aesthetic is in reality itself.
I never had a “project. ” I would go out and shoot, follow my eyes. . . I tried to capture with my camera, for others to see.
Children used to be outside. Now the streets are empty. People are indoors looking at television or something.
It would be mistaken to suppose that any of the best photography is come at by intellection; it is like all art, essentially the result of an intuitive process, drawing on all that the artist is rather than on anything he thinks, far less theorizes about.
A lot of my early pictures are, I think, quite funny. And these days I tend to look for comedy more and more.
The proof that man is the noblest of all creatures is that no other creature has ever denied it.
For me, the singer is actually the most important element. When I work with someone, it all comes down to whether I like the singer or not.
The superficial distinctions of Fascism, Bolshevism, Hitlerism, are the concern of journalists and publicists; the serious student sees in them only one root-idea of a complete conversion of social power into State power.
Thank you,” he was whispering, “thank you, thank you. …” And then he was kissing my face, every inch of it he could find, wiping away the tears and soot, chanting my name.