All Photographs Are Accurate. None

I Am, And Forever Will Be, Devastated By The Gift Of Audrey Hepburn Before My Camera. I Cannot Lift Her To Greater Heights. She Is Already There. I Can Only Record. I Cannot Interpret Her. There Is No Going Further Than Who She Is. She Has Achieved In Herself Her Ultimate Portrait.

The Way Someone Who's Being Photographed Presents Himself To The Camera, And The Effect Of The Photographer's Response On That Presence, Is What The Making Of A Portrait Is All About.

For Hours She Danced And Sang And Flirted And Did This Thing That's-she Did Marilyn Monroe. And Then There Was The Inevitable Drop. And When The Night Was Over And The White Wine Was Over And The Dancing Was Over, She Sat In The Corner Like A Child, With Everything Gone. I Saw Her Sitting Quietly Without Expression On Her Face, And I Walked Towards Her But I Wouldn't Photograph Her Without Her Knowledge Of It. And As I Came With The Camera, I Saw That She Was Not Saying No.

All Photographs Are Accurate. None Of Them Is The Truth.

Photography Has Always Reminded Me Of The Second Child.. Trying To Prove Itself. The Fact That It Wasn't Really Considered An Art.. That It Was Considered A Craft.. Has Trapped Almost Every Serious Photographer.