I drifted into photography like one drifts into prostitution. First I did it to please myself, then I did it to please my friends, and eventually I did it for the money.

I drifted into photography like one drifts into prostitution. First I did it to please myself, then I did it to please my friends, and eventually I did it for the money.

In a jump, the subject, in a sudden burst of energy, overcomes gravity. He cannot simultaneously control his expressions, his facial and his limb muscles. The mask falls. The real self becomes visible. One only has to snap it with the camera.

I am often asked which picture is my favorite. This is like asking a mother which child she likes the most.

A good portrait is incredibly hard to create, there is too much temptation to pander to the individual rather than portray them as they really were

Marilyn was history's most phenomenal love goddess.

When you ask a person to jump, his attention is mostly directed toward the act of jumping and the mask falls so that the real person appears.