New York, which is founded on forward motion and thus loath to acknowledge its dead, merely causes them to walk, endlessly unsatisfied and unburied, to invade the precincts of supposed progress, to lay chill hands on the heedless present, which does not know how to identify the forces that tug at its rationality.
Luc SanteI try to take pictures on their own terms, considering the historical and social context from which they emerge.
Luc SanteSubjectivity is my middle name, a trick memory is my pack mule, and self-contradiction is my trusty old jackknife.
Luc SanteRedheaded Peckerwood, which unerringly walks the fine line between fiction and nonfiction, is a disturbingly beautiful narrative about unfathomable violence and its place on the land
Luc SanteI always give money to a sidewalk con if the story is a good one, even if I don't believe a word of it. Art deserves to get paid.
Luc Sante