Why must I be something that clearly I am not? Why must I wear a cloak that bears not my arms or my shield? Is it not noble to present oneself in a true light, must I forever hide my soul from those who might to readily judge me?
“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”