What the Photograph reproduces to infinity has occurred only once: the Photograph mechanically repeats what could never be repeated existentially.
Roland BarthesAre not couturiers the poets who, from year to year, from strophe to strophe, write the anthem of the feminine body?
Roland BarthesIsn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language — the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.
Roland BarthesAs Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
Roland BarthesFor me the noise of Time is not sad: I love bells, clocks, watches — and I recall that at first photographic implements were related to techniques of cabinetmaking and the machinery of precision: cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.
Roland Barthes