“...if only Photography could give me a neutral, anatomic body, a body which signifies nothing! Alas, I am doomed by (well-meaning) Photography always to have an expression: my body never finds its zero degree, no one can give it to me (perhaps only my mother? For it is not indifference which erases the weight of the image—the Photomat always turns you into a criminal type, wanted by the police—but love, extreme love).”
― Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
― Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
“For me the noise of Time is not sad: I love bells, clocks, watches—and I recall that at first photograph implements were related to techniques of cabinetmaking and the machinery of precision: cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.”
― Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
― Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
“To the extent that money, with its colourlessness and its indifferent quality, can become a common denominator of all values, it becomes the frightful leveller — it hollows out the core of things, their peculiarities, their specific values and their uniqueness and incomparability in a way which is beyond repair.”
― The Metropolis and Mental Life
― The Metropolis and Mental Life
“Ultimately, what I am seeking in the photograph taken of me (the 'intention' according to which I look at it) is Death: Death is the eidos of that Photograph. Hence, strangely, the only thing that I tolerate, that I like, that is familiar to me, when I am photographed, is the sound of the camera. For the Photographer's organ is not his eye (which terrifies me) but his finger: what is linked to the trigger of the lens, to the metallic shifting of the plates (when the camera still has such things). I love these mechanical sounds in an almost voluptuous way, as if, in the Photograph, they were the very thing—and the only thing—to which my desire clings, their abrupt click breaking through the mortiferous layer of the Pose.”
― Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
― Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
“For me, photographs of landscape (urban or country) must be habitable, not visitable....Now Freud says of the maternal body that 'there is no other place of which one can say with so much certainty that one has already been there.' Such then would be the essence of the landscape (chosen by desire): heimlich, awakening in me the Mother (and never disturbing Mother).”
― Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
― Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography
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