Boris Mikhailov
[Photographer, b. 1938, Kharkov, Ukraine, lives in Kharkov and Berlin.]
Through the ass of this woman I saw the world.
(On his series of photographs: “Superimpositions.”) 
They say about me, that I proceed like a cat in hiding, watching. I am waiting for the best moment to press the button of the camera.
As a photographer with unofficial authority I discover, I observe, I clandestinely stalk.
When you’re open to life, it responds to you. That is what an intuitive possibility of photography is—to crawl deeper into the depths of life.
I was always against good technique because it didn’t work with Soviet life. Good quality equals foreign life.
Photographic accident may be more interesting than a consciously constructed collage.
We as spectators are the ones who are humiliated and degraded by the confrontation, exposed to a truth we cannot walk away from and cannot bear to share.
Photographers must be very aggressive and open for life. You have to be a very social person, you have to be able to look inside yourself.
