I'm the last person who has any desire to instruct anybody in shame. That's no errand for me.

It's no small irony that the government inevitably and invariably ends up promoting precisely that which they would most like to repress.

I don't photograph any two people who are remotely the same.

There are photographs that I don’t take now, that I previously would have taken without any thought at all as to any misinterpretations.

That dichotomy between the public consumption of the work and my intent and practice in making it is an uneasy one for me, on occasion.

If somebody's pointing a trembling finger at your pants and saying you shouldn't be doing that, follow that finger back, go up the arm and look at the head that's behind it, because there's almost always something fairly woolly in there.

My hope is that the work is in some way counter-pinup. A pinup asks you to suspend interest in who the person is and occupy yourself entirely with looking at the body and fantasizing about what you could do with that body, completely ignoring how the person might feel about it.