he told big stories about what was really a very small life, because he’d had more expectation for himsel. he had hoped for more than dyeing in a trailer
outside an oil field, alone, drunk, amid fast food wrappers and twenty year old tit magazines.
to everyone who knew him as red, he had been a great talker, a teller of exploits, great ones whether he was drunk, or you were, it didnt matter. we all thought thry were lies, but they were told so well, we just werent sure. in the end, does it matter?
he had a small life, and an unremarkable death.
i kept one of those old magazine covers. someday maybe someone will wonder why.
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Recognizing as I do that I cannot make use of {5} subject matter which
is useful and delightful, since my predecessors have exhausted the
useful and necessary themes, I shall do as the man who by reason of his
poverty arrives last at the fair, and cannot do otherwise than purchase
what has already been seen by others and not accepted, but rejected by
them as being of little value. I shall place this despised and
rejected merchandise, which remains over after many have bought, on my
poor pack, and I shall go and distribute it, not in the big cities, but
in the poor towns, and take such reward as my goods deserve. Leonardo DA VINCI
pick one
I don’t think about what camera I should use that much. I just pick up the one that looks nicest on the day
— William Eggleston
If you want to change your photographs, you need to change cameras. Changing cameras means that your photographs will change. A really good camera has something I suppose you might describe as its own distinctive aura.
— Nobuyoshi Araki
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