I do not think I have a best friend in the conventional definition of the term, I’ve befriended some very lovely dears and fellows but I have often felt like something of a doormat. I notice everything but am rarely noticed. I find it hard to confide in those around me - fearing that the rather disposable and untruthful (and backstabbing) teenage girls I am surrounded by will expose me and my anxiety. I wish that I shall find someone who I can be fully at ease with but until then I remain a little hidden. xox
“I have been taking almost the same picture for twenty years, a fashion picture: a dress, a woman, or rather, a woman, a dress, close-up or full-length, sitting, standing, inside, outside, in the shade or in the light, summer or winter, no matter. I photograph privilege, illusion, evanescence, unlikeness, beauty. Then I seek for an emotion. It seems an even more hopeless quest.
I’ve often envied those who photograph life. I avoid it. I start from nothing, I make up a story which I leave untold, I imagine a situation which doesn’t exist, I wipe out a space to invent another, I shift the light, I render everything unreal. And then I try. I watch out for what I didn’t expect, I wait to see what I can’t remember, I undo what I put together, I hope for hazard, but more than anything, I long to be struck as I shoot.