I Discovered That I Am

The Highest Vocation Of Photography Is To Explain Man To Man.

On The Level Of Simple Sensation And Mood, Making Love Surely Resembles An Epileptic Fit At Least As Much As, If Not More Than, It Does Eating A Meal Or Conversing With Someone.

Camp Is A Solvent Of Morality. It Neutralizes Moral Indignation, Sponsors Playfulness.

Real Art Has The Capacity To Make Us Nervous.

Taste Has No System And No Proofs.