I went to Istanbul. I spoke to blind people, most of whom had lost their sight suddenly. I asked them to describe the last thing they saw.
Sophie CalleI met a photographer who agreed to give me a few lessons; in exchange, I had to pose naked for him.
Sophie CalleI don't care about truth; I care about art and style and writing and occupying the wall. For me, my writing style is very linked to the fact that it is a work of art on the wall. I had to find a way to write in concise, effective phrases that people standing or walking into a room could read.
Sophie CalleI try every time for a project to have a natural ending. As much as I can, I try to follow the story and to give it its own end.
Sophie CalleI know how I live my life. I have a little magnet brain that attracts the kind of things that obsess me.
Sophie CalleI traveled for seven years, and when I came back home I was completely lost. I didn't know what to do with my life, so I decided to let people decide for me. For month I followed strangers on the street. For the pleasure of following, not because the party interested me. I photographed them without their knowledge, took note of their movements, and finally lost sight of them. At the end of January 1980, I chose a man and followed him to Venice. That's how I started. That's all.
Sophie Calle