WIlliam Klein [part 1]
- “You read [negatives] left to right like a text. It’s the diary of the photographer. You see what he sees through the viewfinder, his hesitations, his hits, his misses.”
- “250, that’s a large body of work. The life of a photographer, even of a great photographer, is 2 seconds.”
- “An accident makes the picture. A few steps away, almost a picture.”
- “But there’s a limit. Both for me, and for them. The surprise the joke wears thin. ‘Hey, what’s this for anyhow? Enough already, this guys is out of his mind.’ ”
- “Tokyo, 1961. A troup of modern dancers that I bring into the traffic of Ginza. They come towards me, twisting convulsively. My Leica becomes a movie camera. Shot after shot as fast as I can. … I walk backwards, they advance, spastic, and impenetrable, like Japanese should be. … We provoke each other.”
- “Then he starts to ham it up. Too much. Not as good.”
- “He makes his report, I make mine.”
- “On the right, someone watches me, suspicious. I walk away. A few steps and we’re in Chekov. … Not a photograph, more a reflex at detail. A second later, she’s still there, but everything has changed, everything has come together. The light, the staircase, the actors, the pretty girl looking at the camera, this is a photograph.”
- “And as usual someone watching me. And then another picture, the man’s gone, it’s over.”
- “Only one photo and that’s it. Not so bad though. One’s enough.”
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