This city is neither a jungle nor the moon nor the Grand Hotel. In long shot: a cosmic smudge, a conglomerate of bleeding energies.
When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls.
If you are out there shooting, things will happen for you. If you’re not out there, you’ll only hear about it.
There is one thing the photograph must contain — the humanity of the moment.