Genius and taste don’t go together. 

 Look, I’m not an intellectual—I just take pictures. 

 Some people’s photography is an art. Not mine. Art is a dirty word in photography. All this fine art crap is killing it already. 

 Any photographer who says he’s not a voyeur is either stupid or a liar. 

 The photographs don’t arouse me. All I can think about is the hard work it took to make them. 

 It’s quite true that what I am aiming at, even when I take portraits, is to get a scandalous picture. I would love to be a paparazzo. 

 I find myself, after all these years, with a built-in safety-brake that stops me from doing certain things. And one of the reasons why I want to try so called hard pornography—I don’t even know whether it’s hard enough—is to see whether I will be able to overcome this. Because if there is one thing I hate, it’s good taste, to me it’s a dirty word. 

 My advice for the young? There are two dirty words in photography; one is “art,” and the other is “good taste.”