#graph

Why in the world would anyone want to photograph an old woman like me? ↗

— Lillie Langtry

#like #me #old #old woman #photograph

To make my meal in a box taste better, I decided to tweak the logo, rather than the ingredients.
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— Jarod Kintz

#chef #cooking #design #food #graphic-design

The Winter Photograph was my Ariadne, not because it would help me discover a secret thing (monster or treasure), but because it would tell me what constituted that thread which drew me toward Photography. I had understood that henceforth I must interrogate the evidence of Photography, not from the viewpoint of pleasure, but in relation to what we romantically call love and death. ↗

— Roland Barthes

#photography #understanding #death

The essential London scenes is a row of low identical houses set around a square. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#city-life #london #urban-geography #imagination

There are two types of people in this world, those that have a story about what they should have done with their life, and those that act on their dreams to make them come true. Which category do you want to fall into? ↗

— Heath Bouffard

#guidance #insight #personal #philosophy #photography

Perhaps areas of Israel where current large Palestinian populations and demographic realities exist could be exchanged for Israeli expansion into the West Bank to include most of East Jerusalem. ↗

— Geraldo Rivera

#bank #could #current #demographic #east

To deal with the chaos of life, I escape into the prism of glass, dancing to the visual music in my mind. My photographs express my interior movement from darkness into light and back. ↗

— Polly Norman

#dances-through-glass #soaring-and-crashing #music

Sometimes one waits too long for the perfect moment before snapping the picture. You never realize that you needed was to change perspective. ↗

— Miguel Syjuco

#perspective #photography #change

When I was in school, I wanted to be W. Eugene Smith. He was a legendary staffer at Life, a consummate photojournalist, and an architect of the photo essay. He was also kinda crazy. That was obvious when he came to lecture at Syracuse University and put a glass of milk and a glass of vodka on the lectern. Both were gone at the end of the talk. He was taking questions and I was in the front row, hanging on every word. Mr. Smith, is the only good light available light?” came the question. He leaned into the microphone. “Yes,” he baritoned, and paused. A shudder ran through all of us. That was it! No more flash! God’s light or nothing! But then he leaned back into the mic, “By that, I mean, any &*%%@$ light that’s available.” Point taken. ↗

— Joe McNally

#life

You’ve gotta taste the light, like my friend and fellow shooter Chip Maury says. And when you see light like this, trust me, it’s like a strawberry sundae with sprinkles. ↗

— Joe McNally

#photography