[Photographer, b. 1938, Ikeda-cho, Osaka, Japan, lives in Tokyo.]
[My] photos are often out of focus, rough, streaky, warped, etc. But if you think about it, a normal human being will in one day perceive an infinite number of images, and some of them are focused upon, others are barely seen out of the corner of one’s eye.
[Photographer, b. 1928, New York, d. 1984, Tijuana, Mexico.]
You know why your pictures are no fucking good? Because they don’t describe the chaos of life. (Quoted by Philip-Lorca DiCorcia)
[Musician, composer, artist, b. 1948, Woodbridge, England, lives in Suffolk, England.]
Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature... The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
[Photographer, b. 1951, Lexington, Virginia, lives in Lexington.]
Stop trying to get it right. Just take the picture.
[Writer, b. 1941, Medford, Massachusetts, lives in Cape Cod, Massachusetts and Haleiwa, Hawaii.]
Tonight, I knew despair. Photography wasn’t an art, it was a craft, like making baskets. Error, the essential wrinkle in the fiber of art, was inexcusable in a craft.
[Photographer, b. 1904, London, d. 1980, Broad Chalke, Wiltshire, Great Britain.]
I want to make photographs of very elegant women taking the lipstick off their teeth.
[Photographer, editor, and critic, b. 1934, New York, lives in New York.]
Usually I think if there is something imperfect in a photograph it makes the picture more real. Photographs that are slick, smooth, and perfect seem less honest to me.
[Photographer, b. 1928, New York, lives in Paris.]
I had neither training nor complexes. By necessity and choice, I decided that anything would have to go. A technique of no taboos: blur, grain, contrast, cock-eyed framing, accidents, whatever happens.