The photographs don't arouse me. All I can think about is the hard work it took to make them.

Some people's photography is an art. Not mine. Art is a dirty word in photography. All this fine art crap is killing it already.

Look, I'm not an intellectual - I just take pictures.

It's that I don't like white paper backgrounds. A woman does not live in front of white paper. She lives on the street, in a motor car, in a hotel room.

I did find a wonderful girl last year, but the photographs that we did were more about motorcars.

I am very attracted by bad taste-it is a lot more exciting than that supposed good taste which is nothing more than a standardized way of looking at things.

It began when I was so ill that there was a good chance of dying. I promised myself that if I survived I would never again pander to a magazine's requests or follow the ideas of art directors. I would only make images which were personal, which arose out of my own life.