Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson)
[Writer, photographer, mathematician, and logician, b. 1832, Daresbury, Cheshire, England, d. 1898, Guildford, Surrey, England.]
I wish I dared dispense with all costume. Naked children are so perfectly pure and lovely; but Mrs. Grundy would be furious—it would never do.
The recent extraordinary discovery in Photography, as applied in the operations of the mind, has reduced the art of novel-writing to the merest mechanical labour.
I confess I do not admire naked boys. They always seem to me to need clothes, whereas one hardly sees why the lovely forms of girls should ever be covered up.
If I had the loveliest child in the world to draw or photograph, and found that she had a modest shrinking (however slight, however easily overcome) from being taken nude, I would feel it was a solemn duty owed to God to drop the request altogether.
Mrs. Hatch came with Beatrice, Ethel, and Evelyn. I photographed all three: Evelyn naked—a kind of photo I have often done lately.
The first half of 1864 is drawing to an end. Oh holy and merciful God, grant for Christ’s sake that the second half may be spent more as in Thy sight—that it may not be sullied with the sins that have clouded these six months, and so much of my life hitherto. Help me for Christ’s sake. Amen. I write this in my photographic studio, with the earnest hope that from this may date, by God’s blessing, the commencement of a new and better life.
“And what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?”
If I did not believe I could take such pictures without any lower motive than a pure love of Art, I would not ask it. (Letter to girl's parent)