I am very attracted by bad taste-it is a lot more exciting than that supposed good taste which is nothing more than a standardized way of looking at things.

The desire to discover, the desire to move, to capture the flavor, three concepts that describe the art of photography.

Photography is 10% inspiration and 90% moving furniture.

I hate good taste. It's the worst thing that can happen to a creative person.

It's that I don't like white paper backgrounds. A woman does not live in front of white paper. She lives on the street, in a motor car, in a hotel room.

My women are always victorious.

My job as a portrait photographer is to seduce, amuse and entertain.

There are two dirty words in photography, one is art, the other is good taste

Look, I'm not an intellectual - I just take pictures.

...what I try to do is a good bad picture. I work it out very carefully, and then I do something that looks as if it went wrong.

Some people's photography is an art. Not mine. Art is a dirty word in photography. All this fine art crap is killing it already.

And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.

We find what's in our own heads.

Building the scene, going out and doing shows and connecting with the fans, cultivating the fanbase in all these cities. I'm very glad that it's happening.

By nature, I am a materialist... It is exactly these impingements upon our sense of touch and so forth that I'm interested in.

I do believe that separation can be a bit damaging at times. To be happy about yourself and your culture and all of that is necessary and fulfilling, but the whole tapestry is what's important.

We've got Nancy Pelosi. She never shuts up. It's just occasionally we have to hood her like a falcon so we can get some sleep.

So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take a pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information.

I don't get depressed. When I feel an attack, I withdraw. I disappear, I replenish, and then I come back.

Parents test our patience more than anyone else...Being around them keeps you in check...that's what keeps you humbled.

What would a chair look like if your knees bent the other way?