“The way I knew her photographs… some of them I still remember as torn pieces of paper that she would bring back from the darkroom, I remember them tacked on walls around her bed or on a this wooden screen she had at one place where we lived… I had this enormous sense that photograph was this secret of hers.”
Short documentary from the 70s in which Doon Arbus talks about Diane Arbus–legendary photographer and also her mother.
(Biuriful images, biuriful words.)
“I want to photograph the considerable ceremonies of our present because we tend while living here and now to perceive only what is random and baren and formless about it. While we regret that the present is not like the past and despair of it ever becoming the future, its innumerable inscrutable habits lie in wait for their meaning… these are our symptoms and our monuments. I want to simply save them, for what is ceremonial and curious and commonplace will become legendary.”