Last time I was in Istanbul, during a conversation somebody implied that photography (and by photography the speaker meant "taking pictures") was something that everybody will somehow be interested in a point in their lives, then get bored of it. Now, I realize I should've objected to this with the following argument:
Not if they have met Witkin...
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
I smell the breath of an Englishman.
Let him be alive or let him be dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread."
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8:56 AM
Labels: colossus, goya, jack and the beanstalk
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