A picture is what it is and I’ve never noticed that it helps to talk about them, or answer specific questions about them, much less volunteer information in words. It wouldn’t make any sense to explain them. Kind of diminishes them. People always want to know when something was taken, where it was taken, and, God knows, why it was taken. It gets really ridiculous. I mean, they’re right there, whatever they are.
I just wait until [my subject] appears, which is often where I happen to be. Might be something right across the street. Might be something on down the road. And I’m usually very pleased when I get the image back. It’s usually exactly what I saw. I don’t have any favorites. Every picture is equal but different.
Cartier-Bresson’s were the first photographs I had seen that not only had tremendous content but were also brilliantly organized visually. And the same thing is true of Friedlander’s work. I am constantly influenced by Lee’s work. Mainly because it has those same two things— it’s so full of content and so brilliantly organized.