Making a definitive declaration of intent or meaning kills the photograph.

When I take photographs, my body inevitably enters a trancelike state. Briskly weaving my way through the avenues, every cell in my body becomes as sensitive as radar, responsive to the life of the streets... If I were to give it words, I would say: "I have no choice... I have to shoot this... I can't leave this place for another's eyes... I have to shoot it... I have no choice." An endless, murmuring refrain.

For me, photography is not a means by which to create beautiful art, but a unique way of encountering genuine reality

If you were to ask me to define a photograph in a few words, I would say it is a fossil of light and time.

Most of what I want simply slips away like water flowing through a net, and always what remains are only vague, elusive fragments of images... that sink into countless strata in my mind.

I wanted to go to the end of photography.

Making a definitive declaration of intent or meaning kills the photograph.