You Have To Know How To Disappear.

Protect Everything, Detect Everything, Contain Everything - Obsessional Society. Save Time. Save Money. Save Our Souls - Phobic Society. Low Tar. Low Energy. Low Calories. Low Sex. Low Speed - Anorexic Society.

For Me, The Photography, In Its Purest Form, Is A Variant Of The Fable. Another Way Of Saving The Appearances - A Way Of Signifying, Through This Fabulous Capture, That This Supposed Real World Is Always About To Lose Its Meaning And Its Reality.

Pornography Is The Quadraphonics Of Sex. It Adds A Third And Fourth Track To The Sexual Act. It Is The Hallucination Of Detail That Rules. Science Has Already Habituated Us To This Microscopics, This Excess Of The Real In Its Microscopic Detail, This Voyeurism Of Exactitude.

It Is Not Enough For Theory To Describe And Analyze, It Must Itself Be An Event In The Universe It Describes. In Order To Do This Theory Must Partake Of And Become The Acceleration Of This Logic. It Must Tear Itself From All Referents And Take Pride Only In The Future. Theory Must Operate On Time At The Cost Of A Deliberate Distortion Of Present Reality.

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion