Mildly contemptible self-indulgent dilettante
“I have to admit that there is another reason I like photographers — they don’t tempt me to envy. The profession is short on dignity: […]
montreal
Focal matter
Poetry by Pablo Neruda And it was at that age . . . poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know […]
Visible world
“Thoreau got up each morning and walked to the woods as though he had never been where he was going to, so that whatever was […]
Out in the world
“What freedom! Just being out in the world, shooting whatever spoke to me or suggested itself to my eye. Actually, learning to listen to what […]
Under the sun
“Don’t censor yourself. Go ahead and photograph anything around you that seems interesting. Don’t compare yourself. People think ‘this has been done before’, and you […]
Cité Mémoire
Montreal, July 27-28
Poster generations
“The business of making a photograph may be said in simple terms to consist of three elements: the objective world (whose permanent condition is change […]
Without words
“This life I have made is too small. It doesn’t allow enough in: enough ideas, enough beliefs, enough encounters with the exuberant magic of existence. […]