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To Hide A Passion Totally (or Even To Hide, More Simply, Its Excess) Is Inconceivable: Not Because The Human Subject Is Too Weak, But Because Passion Is In Essence Made To Be Seen: The Hiding Must Be Seen: I Want You To Know That I Am Hiding Something From You, That Is The Active Paradox I Must Resolve: At One And The Same Time It Must Be Known And Not Known: I Want You To Know That I Don't Want To Show My Feelings: That Is The Message I Address To The Other.

The Photographer, Like An Acrobat, Must Defy The Laws Of Probability Or Even Of Possibility; At The Limit, He Must Defy Those Of The Interesting: The Photograph Becomes Surprising When We Do Not Know Why It Has Been Taken.

A Picture Is Never Anything But Its Own Plural Description.

Myth Is Neither A Lie Nor A Confession: It Is An Inflexion.

Each Photograph Is Read As The Private Appearance Of Its Referent: The Age Of Photography Corresponds Precisely To The Explosion Of The Private Into The Public, Or Rather Into The Creation Of A New Social Value, Which Is The Publicity Of The Private: The Private Is Consumes As Such, Publicly.