Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop. Die

I Work Rather Blindly. I Have A Theory That Seems To Work With Me That Some Of The Best Things You Ever Do Sort Of Come Through You. You Don't Know Where You Get The Impetus And Response To What's Before Your Eyes.

Detachment, Lack Of Sentimentality, Originality, A Lot Of Things That Sound Rather Empty. I Know What They Mean. Let's Say, "visual Impact" May Not Mean Much To Anybody. I Could Point It Out Though. I Mean It's A Quality That Something Has Or Does Not Have. Coherence. Well, Some Things Are Weak, Some Things Are Strong.

Nobody Should Touch A Polaroid [camera] Until He's Over Sixty

Color Tends To Corrupt Photography And Absolute Color Corrupts It Absolutely. Consider The Way Color Film Usually Renders Blue Sky, Green Foliage, Lipstick Red, And The Kiddies' Playsuit. These Are Four Simple Words Which Must Be Whispered: Color Photography Is Vulgar.

It's Too Presumptuous And Naïve To Think You Can Change Society By A Photograph Or Anything Else... I Equate That With Propaganda; I Think That's A Lower Rank Of Purpose.