If I have caught myself struggling to remember, it was, if not a pretense, at least premature, in that I only ever used photography for my own pleasure - even if I then bewailed the vanished pleasure which my pictures brought back to me.

I'm proud of the two adjectives, superficial and frivolous.

The impulse that led you to make an image is a thing that you cannot share with anyone, even if you explain it. What remains is a surface that will live its own life, that will belong to everybody. I accept that surface.

I am totally superficial, I know. But I believe superficiality can be very serious, a defense against the gravity of things, a manner of discretion.

There are no reasons for my photographs, nor any rules; all depends on the mood of the moment.

If I have caught myself struggling to remember, it was, if not a pretense, at least premature, in that I only ever used photography for my own pleasure - even if I then bewailed the vanished pleasure which my pictures brought back to me.

I have been searching for time past all my life.