I have been photographing our toilet, that glossy enamelled receptacle of extra-ordinary beauty here was every sensuous curve of the human figure divine, but minus the imperfections. Never did the Greeks reach a more significant consummation to their culture, and it somehow reminded me, in the glory of its chaste convulsions and its swelling, sweeping […]

I needed no friends now… Sundays my camera and I would take long car-rides into the country – always alone, and the nights were spent feverishly developing my plates in some makeshift darkroom. . . and then the first print I made from my first 5 x 7 negative – a snow scene – the […]