I see photography as an extention of my addictions... no addiction is clear, sharp, perfectly formed. Addictions fill in the corners of ones life with excuses, blurry visions, dreams that don't belong. And, sometimes... beauty.
Sharpness is a bull**** bourgeois concept? Maybe photography is a bourgeois concept that took hold and then was turned into a snobs paradise. Art? Concept?
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