The Sixties was a time of breaking down class barriers, although I think class still exists today in some areas.

I had a terrible time with feminists in the Seventies. They hated me, those women. I think they hated everything.

Rather than knowing more, I think I've got more open-minded.

In '73 I photographed the cannibals in New Guinea. They treated me OK but they didn't make you feel relaxed... I managed to escape unscathed though, I'm pretty good at that.

I never cared for fashion much, amusing little seams and witty little pleats: it was the girls I liked.

I'm not really one for regrets.

It's only a few nutcases who do art for themselves, like Van Gogh.