It would be beautiful to photograph the winners of everything from Nobel to booby prize, clutching trophy, or money or certificate, solemn or smiling or tear stained or bloody, on the precarious pinnacle of the human landscape.

What I'm trying to describe is that it's impossible to get out of your skin into somebody else's.... That somebody else's tragedy is not the same as your own.

The condition of photographing is maybe the condition of being on the brink of conversion to anything.

It would be beautiful to photograph the winners of everything from Nobel to booby prize, clutching trophy, or money or certificate, solemn or smiling or tear stained or bloody, on the precarious pinnacle of the human landscape.

You see someone on the street, and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw.

My favorite thing is to go where I've never been.

These are characters in a fairy tale for grown-ups. Wouldn't it be lovely? Yes.