I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first read more

I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first and foremost - that is important.

Unlike any other visual image, a photograph is not a rendering, an imitation or an interpretation of its subject, but read more

Unlike any other visual image, a photograph is not a rendering, an imitation or an interpretation of its subject, but actually a trace of it. No painting or drawing, however naturalist, belongs to its subject in the way that a photograph does.

Photography is truth. And cinema is truth twenty-four times a second.

Photography is truth. And cinema is truth twenty-four times a second.

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.

I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do -- that was one of my favorite things about read more

I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do -- that was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse.

When photography was invented it was thought to be an equivalent to truth, it was truth with a capital "T".

When photography was invented it was thought to be an equivalent to truth, it was truth with a capital "T".

The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the read more

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.

There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.

There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the read more

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.