You have to shut off all of those voices and look for these special moments—these moments that you accept you have no control over. So much of my job is to not think—to be open to what’s there, and then use my intuition to see where it takes me.
– Rick Rubin
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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.
– Ansel Adams
These are the two basic controls at the photographer’s command: position and timing. All others are extensions, peripheral ones, compared to them
– David Hurn
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When I have sex with someone I forget who I am. For a minute I even forget I’m human. It’s the same thing when I’m behind a camera. I forget I exist.
— Robert Mapplethorpe
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(Reprocessing some photos from an old shoot. Had seen them in the archives, and knew I could make them look much better.)
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The two most recent photos in my flickr feed. I find the juxtaposition kind of funny. I like my life. I love ‘my’ women.
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