There are some people, when passed on the street, for whom a single glance seems to be an insult; the photograph then becomes a superinsult, the ultimate insult.
This would define the stature, the physique (and the myth) of the street photographer, the reporter: a bruiser, a brute, someone who can stand up to the insult hurled back at him, heavy and awkward, blind, desensitized.
– Hervé Guibert, Ghost Image
It is said that the purpose of a family photograph is to preserve memory, but it creates images that take the place of memory, conceal it, and are a kind of respectable history, unnuanced and interchangeable, passed from one family to the next with the vague hope of leaving a trace for future generations. Not a literary history, but a superficial history.
– Hervé Guibert
I came across this quote in a book I was reading recently.
As some psychiatrist once put it, we all build castles in the air. The problems come when we try to live in them.
While I don’t agree with many of his sentiments in Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business, I can still appreciate the quote.