There is something of black magic in the photographer’s art, in that he stops time. … I don’t know that I think much of the camera. It appears to hold reality to hostage, and yet fails to snap thoughts in the head. A man can be standing there, face expressive of grief, and in side be full of either mirth or lust. The lens is powerless to catch the interior turmoil boiling within the skull, now can it expose lewd recollections – which is all to the good.
Quotation from: Master Georgie by Beryl Bainbridge
