I chose a pseudonym, Chris Marker, pronounceable in most languages, because I was very intent on traveling.

I chose a pseudonym, Chris Marker, pronounceable in most languages, because I was very intent on traveling.

...after a certain quantity, photos apparently taken by chance, postcards chosen according to a passing mood, begin to trace an itinerary, to map the imaginary country that stretches out before us.

In another time I guess I would have been content with filming girls and cats. But you don’t choose your time.

And always the animals from each trip you bring back a gaze a pose a gesture that points to the truest of humanity better than images of humanity itself

I’ve been round the world several times and now only banality still interests me.

When men die, they enter history. When statues die, they enter art. This botany of death is what we call culture.