Diane Arbus
(photo by Allan Arbus) 1949
Diane Arbus was an American photographer and writer noted for black-and-white square photographs of “deviant and marginal people (dwarfs, giants, transgender people, nudists, circus performers) or of people whose normality seems ugly or surreal.” A friend said that Arbus said that she was “afraid . . . that she would be known simply as ‘the photographer of freaks'”; however, that phrase has been used repeatedly to describe her. (Wikipedia)
I tend to think of the act of photographing, generally speaking, as an adventure. My favorite thing is to go where I’ve never been.
I really believe there are things nobody would see if I didn’t photograph them.
New York, 1965
Lady Bartender at Home with a Souvenir Dog, New Orleans L.A. 1964
“One thing that struck me early is that you don’t put into a photograph what’s going to come out. Or, vice versa, what comes out is not what you put in.”
Young couple on a bench in Washington Square Park, NYC , 1965
Monster Fan Club, c.1961
“For me, the subject of the picture is always more important than the picture.”
Jack Dracula (306 tattoos)
A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.
Tiny Tim
Two Ladies at the Automat
“Taking pictures is like tiptoeing into the kitchen late at night and stealing Oreo cookies.”
“Jorge Luis Borges in Central Park”
Susan Sontag and her son David, 1965
Two ladies walking in Central Park, N.Y.C., 1963.
self-portrait, 1944
Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.
I mean, if you’ve ever spoken to someone with two heads, you know they know something you don’t.
If you scrutinize reality closely enough, if in some way you really, really get to it, it becomes fantastic.
In 1972, a year after she committed suicide, Arbus became the first American photographer to have photographs displayed at the Venice Biennale.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diane_Arbus
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