I believe that you've got to love your work so much that it is all you want to do.

My parents put the New Yorker in my crib. I saw Vogue and Vanity Fair around the house before I could read.

I always prefer to work in the studio. It isolates people from their environment

Just advertising departments with legs and high heels.

How many pictures have you torn up because you hate them? What ends up in your scrapbook? The pictures where you look like a good guy and a good family man, and the children look adorable - and they're screaming the next minute. I've never seen a family album of screaming people.

When I was a boy, my family took great care with our snapshots. We really planned them. We made compositions. We posed in front of expensive cars, homes, that werent ours. We borrowed dogs. Almost every family picture taken of us when I was young had a different borrowed dog in it.

If each photograph steals a bit of the soul, isn't it possible that I give up pieces of mine every time I take a picture?