One Man's Fantasy Is Another Man's Job.

I Am Always Stimulated By People. Almost Never By Ideas.

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. But Whenever I Become Absorbed In The Beauty Of A Face, In The Excellence Of A Single Feature, I Feel I've Lost What's Really There Been Seduced By Someone Else's Standard Of Beauty Or By The Sitter's Own Idea Of The Best In Him. That's Not Usually The Best. So Each Sitting Becomes A Contest.

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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.

People, Unprotected By Their Roles, Become Isolated In Beauty And Intellect And Illness And Confusion.