Sometimes, all you can take are memoriesBut if you__e lucky enough to capture the moment,it lives forever, immortally fixed.
What pricks me is the discovery of this equivalence. In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: She is going to die: I shudder_ over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.
Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
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What pricks me is the discovery of this equivalence. In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: She is going to die: I shudder_ over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.
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