Beneath the incessant parade of images, nothing.
These fragments I have shored against my ruin
Map of London on woman’s glove, 1851.
At Sacha Guitry’s Villa, Cap d’Ail, February
Somebody was nice to me today. Kept looking for hidden camera.
Some people look naked when they’re clothed, some people look clothed when they’re naked.
Warren Rohrer in his studio, early 70s
Does anybody really care if it’s art?