![]() ![]() I was overcome by an 'ontological' desire: I wanted to learn at all costs what Photography was 'in itself', by what essential feature it was to be distinguished from the community of images. Such a desire really meant that beyond the evidence provided by technology and usage, and despite its tremendous contemporary expansion, I wasn't sure that Photography existed, that it had a 'genius' of its own.įrom the first step, that of classification , Photography evades us. I decided I liked Photography in opposition to the Cinema, from which I nonetheless failed to separate it. My interest in Photography took a more cultural turn. ![]() And I realized then, with an amazement I have not been able to lessen since: 'I am looking at eyes that looked at the Emperor.' Sometimes I would mention this amazement, but since no one seemed to share it, nor even to understand it (life consists of these little touches of solitude), I forgot about it. ![]() a photograph of Napoleon's youngest brother, Jerome, taken in I852. ONE DAY, QUITE SOMETIME A GO, I happened on. ![]()
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