Every Photograph Is A Certificate Of Presence.

Language Is Neither Reactionary Nor Progressive; It Is Quite Simply Fascist; For Fascism Does Not Prevent Speech, It Compels Speech.

I Try To Busy Myself Elsewhere, To Arrive Late; But I Always Lose At This Game. Whatever I Do, I Find Myself There, With Nothing To Do, Punctual, Even Ahead Of Time.

Physically, The Ventoux Is Dreadful. Bald, It's The Spirit Of Dry: Its Climate (it Is Much More An Essence Of Climate Than A Geographic Place) Makes It A Damned Terrain, A Testing Place For Heroes, Something Like A Higher Hell.

Ultimately, Photography Is Subversive, Not When It Frightens, Repels, Or Even Stigmatizes, But When It Is Pensive, When It Thinks.

It Is No Longer The Sexual Which Is Indecent, It Is The Sentimental.