As Warhol got more and more excited by my pictures, I did something that's a no no - I took out my Nikon and started shooting hand-held time exposures. Wharhol didn't like it one bit, and complained. I said, 'I can't help it, Andy. God construted me this way, to take pictures.' I was really flattered that he collected my prints – until I found out later that he collected 'everything'.
I’ve taken mountains and mountains of stuff, which I occasionally describe as mountains and mountains of shit. It so happens, there’s a little gem here and a little gem there. You dig out those gems.
There is no such thing as the perfect picture. That’s the challenge of photography. I was always striving for perfection, even though I knew I could never achieve it. But it kept me reaching for something...
If you’re lucky enough to have captured maybe two hundred memorable pictures, you still haven’t captured that much experience, have you?
You point a camera, and you push the button. The only trouble is that your life is at stake, and I came close to being killed quite a few times. But it turns out that everything seems to work in my favor. God apparently is very generous to atheists. He fucks the believers. That’s my observation.
I’m always looking for perfection. Every photographer, in one way or another, if he’s serious, is. He ain’t ever going to get it. But hope springs eternal.