People, Unprotected By Their Roles,

I Never Wanted To Be Called An Artist. I Wanted To Be Called A Photographer.

I See Pictures Of Myself And I Always Knew That What I Was Feeling Didn't Look Like That Guy In The Pictures.

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.

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.

I Don't Really Remember The Day When I Stood Behind My Camera With Henry Kissinger On The Other Side. I Am Sure He Doesn't Remember It Either. But This Photograph Is Here Now To Prove That No Amount Of Kindness On My Part Could Make This Photograph Mean Exactly What He.. Or Even I.. Wanted It To Mean. It's A Reminder Of The Wonder And Terror That Is A Photograph.