Is Not The Most Erotic Part Of

In An Initial Period, Photography, In Order To Surprise, Photographs The Notable; But Soon, By A Familiar Reversal, It Decrees Notable Whatever It Photographs. The 'anything Whatever' Then Becomes The Sophisticated Acme Of Value.

In Front Of The Photograph Of My Mother As A Child, I Tell Myself: She Is Going To Die: I Shudder, Like Winnicott's Psychotic Patient, Over A Catastrophe Which Has Already Occurred. Whether Or Not The Subject Is Already Dead, Every Photograph Is This Catastrophe.

To Make Someone Wait: The Constant Prerogative Of All Power.

We Don't Forget, But Something Vacant Settles In Us.

There Is Only One Way Left To Escape The Alienation Of Present Day Society: To Retreat Ahead Of It.