“Sometimes I would mention this amazement, but since no one seemed to share it, nor even to understand it (life consists of these little touches of solitude), I forgot about it.”
—Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida
“The truth is that an artist’s appraisal of his own work, in terms of how much better some stuff is than other stuff, is probably completely meaningless. If you grab a random person off the street and hold up two things and say this is my good shit and this is my bad shit, he probably won’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. 9 out of 10 people will probably say it’s the same exact shit.
This is why worrying too much about the quality of what you do is kind of ridiculous, and worrying about it is what leads to blocks. In the end what you make is the result of your capabilities and your effort, and practically nothing else. So you might as well stop worrying, drop the bullshit, and just make it.”
—Andrew Hussie (via argent-geist)
“It’s your work that matters; you haven’t got to bother what people think. You’ve just got to concentrate on your work and not be distracted, if you’ve got good work then you’ll get recognised sooner or later, you just will, but you have to have strength in your own convictions.”
—Richard Billingham (via dwbrewster)
“He doesn’t care about what the mainstream wants, he makes music for himself, and so far it has worked perfectly.”
“There are billions of photographs online…, and the question often becomes how one can have any faith in one’s photographs if there are so many others already out there…. For me, the answer has always been very simple. It comes in the form of a question: What does it matter if other people take photographs? What do other people’s photographs have to do with your own photographs?”
—Jörg Colberg (via camerasimplex)
“It’s time to realize that social-networking sites come with only one guarantee: You’re going to spend a lot of time on them—time that you could have spent on your own photography.”
—Jörg Colberg (via Nina Perlman)
Every day I don’t smoke I put £3.52 into a jar. I spend the money on photobooks. This is my second: Gerard Fieret (1924–2009). Thank you rensomatic for turning me on to him!


