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Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

Roland Barthes

The new is not a fashion, it is a value.
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Fashion Time Value
As Spectator I wanted to explore photography not as a question (a theme) but as a wound.
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Exploration Myself Photography Question Wound
There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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Escape Present Way
It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.
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Emotional Sexuality
Cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.
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Camera Living Myself Old Photography Sound
In an initial period, Photography, in order to surprise, photographs the notable; but soon, by a familiar reversal, it decrees notable whatever it photographs. The ‘anything whatever’ then becomes the sophisticated acme of value.
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Notable Order Photography Sophistication Value
How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
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Beyond Image Meaning
One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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Mouth Oneself Speaking Time Tongue
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Confession Inflexion Lying
Whereas the work is understood to be traceable to a source (through a process of derivation or “filiation”), the Text is without a source – the “author” a mere “guest” at the reading of the Text.
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Reading Source Text Understand Work
A paradox: the same century invented history and photography. But history is a memory fabricated according to positive formulas, a pure intellectual discourse which abolishes mythic time; and the photograph is a certain but fugitive testimony.
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History Invention Photography Review
I passed beyond the unreality of the thing represented, I entered crazily into the spectacle, into the image, taking into my arms what is dead, what is going to die.
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Beyond Death Myself Pass Reality Spectacle
He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
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Himself Life Reading Story
New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.
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Abstraction Desert Height Man Reality
To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
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Patience Power Wait
I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it’s been pretty fun.
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Fun Life Myself Possible Pretty Professional

Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

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Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.

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