My Photographs Don't Go Below

I Don't Really Remember The Day When I Stood Behind My Camera With Henry Kissinger On The Other Side. I Am Sure He Doesn't Remember It Either. But This Photograph Is Here Now To Prove That No Amount Of Kindness On My Part Could Make This Photograph Mean Exactly What He.. Or Even I.. Wanted It To Mean. It's A Reminder Of The Wonder And Terror That Is A Photograph.

I Am, And Forever Will Be, Devastated By The Gift Of Audrey Hepburn Before My Camera. I Cannot Lift Her To Greater Heights. She Is Already There. I Can Only Record. I Cannot Interpret Her. There Is No Going Further Than Who She Is. She Has Achieved In Herself Her Ultimate Portrait.

My Photographs Don't Go Below The Surface. They Don't Go Below Anything. They're Readings Of The Surface. I Have Great Faith In Surfaces. A Good One Is Full Of Clues.

Sometimes I Think All My Pictures Are Just Pictures Of Me.

It's In Trying To Direct The Traffic Between Artiface [sic] And Candor, Without Being Run Over, That I'm Confronted With The Questions About Photography That Matter Most To Me.