photography

Mediante la fotografía y la palabra escrita intento desesperadamente vencer la condición fugaz de mi existencia, atrapar los momentos antes de que se desvanezcan, despejar la confusión de mi pasado.

All I wanted was to connect my moods with those of Paris. Beauty pains and when it pained most I shot.

The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.

I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn't photograph them.

The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality and eventually in one's own.

Life is not about significant details illuminated in a flash fixed forever. Photographs are.

Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.

Photographers along with dentists are the two professions never satisfied with what they do. Every dentist would like to be a doctor and inside every photographer is a painter trying to get out.

Instead of just recording reality photographs have become the norm for the way things appear to us thereby changing the very idea of reality and of realism.

Photography records the gamut of feelings written on the human face - the beauty of the earth and skies that man has inherited and the wealth and confusion man has created. It is a major force in explaining man to man.

If you scratch a great photograph you find two things: a painting and a photograph.

You see someone on the street and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw.

I have a print - you can buy them at the Victoria and Albert Museum - of a photograph of the village street of Thetford, taken in 1868, in which William Smith is not. The street is empty. There is a grocer's shop and a blacksmith's and a stationary cart and a great spreading tree, but not a single human figure. In fact William Smith - or someone, or several people, dogs too, geese, a man on a horse - passed beneath the tree, went into the grocer's shop, loitered for a moment talking to a friend while the photograph was taken but he is invisible, all of them are invisible. The exposure of the photograph - sixty minutes - was so long that William Smith and everyone else passed through it and away leaving no trace. Not even so much of a mark as those primordial worms that passed through the Cambrian mud of northern Scotland and left the empty tube of their passage in the rock.I like that. I like that very much. A neat image for the relation of man to the physical world. Gone, passed through and away.

It's amazing how photography can capture just a split second of something exquisite.

Don__ shoot what it looks like. Shoot what it feels like.

This prolific and inventive photographer (Edward Steichen) must be given credit for virtually inventing modern fashion photography, and as the tohousands of high-quality original prints in the Conde Nast archives prove, only Irving Penn and Richard Avedon have since emerged as serious historical rivals.

The single most important component of a camera is the twelve inches behind it!

With the daguerreotype everyone will be able to have their portrait taken__ormerly it was only the prominent__nd at the same time everything is being done to make us all look exactly the same, so we shall only need one portrait.