“Don’t strive too hard to make your photographs ”beautiful” there has to be more than ”beauty” in your work.
It’s not difficult to take a ”beautiful photograph of a ”beautiful woman. ”Beauty” alone is quite useless. Unfortunately the world seems totally preoccupied with ”beauty” Everyone wants/needs to be flattered. They don’t want the truth. Truth in photography seems to have gone out of the window. Beauty can be a curse.”—
“When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”—
“Photography is not about winners or losers, or about reality and fantasy, It’s not about ethics, nor should it be competitive but something broader, richer, democratic, radiant. A plenitude, like the world it represents, and a screen for projections, like the mind that sees. Pulsing, patterning, appearing and disappearing again, things seen to remind us of forces unseen.”—
“I love Los Angeles. I know a lot of people go there and they see just a huge sprawl of sameness. But when you’re there for a while, you realize that each section has its own mood. The golden age of cinema is still alive there, in the smell of jasmine at night and the beautiful weather. And the light is inspiring and energizing. Even with smog, there’s something about that light that’s not harsh, but bright and smooth. It fills me with the feeling that all possibilites are available. I don’t know why. It’s different from the light in other places. The light in Philadelphia, even in the summer, is not nearly as bright. It was the light that brought everybody to L.A. to make films in the early days. It’s still a beautiful place.”—
“But all her life the woman is to find the magic of her mirror a tremendous help in her effort to project herself and then attain self-identification. Man, feeling and wishing himself active, subjective, does not see himself in his fixed image; it has little attraction for him, since man’s body does not seem to be an object of desire, while women, knowing and making herself object, believes she really sees herself in the glass.”—