Real diary (576)

by luc dewaele

I started rereading Sontag’s ‘on photography’ and I immediately felt the need to go out and shoot one single image.

‘Between photographer and subject, there has to be distance. The camera doesn’t rape, or even possess, though it may presume, intrude, trespass, distort, exploit, and, at the farthest reach of metaphor, assassinate — all activities that, unlike the sexual push and shove, can be conducted from a distance, and with some detachment.’