People are much more willing nowadays to believe that pictures lie than [that] they can express any kind of truth.
I realized early on that artifice attracted me to an image more than any other quality—I mean artifice in the sense of staging and heightened color and exaggerated lighting, not a surreal or fictive moment… I think the lighting and feeling of Cinemascope, the movies I saw as a kid, always stayed with me as a kind of glorious vision of reality.
I think of scientific veracity as an idea from the past—the scientists say it is so, the photo is proof. Even the authoritative power of the word “actual”—an actual what? An actual retouched photo, an actual collaged photo?