My dad is my biggest source of inspiration. He's a lawyer, and when he'd get home, we always sat down and listened to music.
I have patterned myself after my father and God.
My grandfather is the king, my Dad's the prince, I guess that makes me the butler.
In fact, I am aware of the fake entities in my life. I know that I can clear them if I wanted to in a moment. But all this hollowness Needs my Sincerity.
And if a day goes by without my doing something related to photography, it's as though I've neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up. I know that the accident of my being a photographer has made my life possible.
I was raised with Eddie Fisher as a father and Connie Stevens as a mother. It was sort of hard for me to pick anything else, because this was the life I knew.
I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.