Ecstatic Absurdity: It's The Confrontation With Meaninglessness.

I Don't Believe That You Can Talk About A Photograph Being True Or False. I Don't Think Such A Claim Has Any Meaning.

It's Really Hard To Know Why Certain Artists Become Famous And Others Don't.

Recently It's Become Much To My Surprise, Something That Does Happen. For Example, I Used To Get Almost All Of My Stories, And It's Probably Still True, From Newspapers. Primarily From The New York Times. No One Ever Really Thinks Of The New York Times As A Tabloid Newspaper And It Isn't A Tabloid Newspaper. But There Is A Tabloid Newspaper Within The New York Times Very, Very Often.

There Is Something About The Photographs That Is Endlessly Disturbing. The Fact That We Like To Think Of Them As Torture Actually Hides What Is Really Deeply Offensive About Them.

I Gave Someone A Perverse Argument Not So Long Ago About Why Advertising Is Better Than Movies. You Want To Hear It? Movies Operate From A Really Disingenuous Premise, That People Are Heroes. I Know A Lot Of People And Have Had An Opportunity Over The Years To Observe Them. Are They Heroes...? Let's Put It This Way. Advertising Tries Something Simpler And More Believable: Products As Heroes. I Guess The Idea Is: When All Else Fails, Put Your Faith In Conditioner.