“They all [other photographers] gave us clues to their inner world. Kertesz let us see our mortality in a piece of crusted rock and a man’s flesh; Avedon made us confront his anger in the black man’s pores and crystal-clear eyes; Arbus broke through the desperate pain of her aloneness into the cruel world of the midget’s taboo.”

– Bruce Davidson, American, photographer (photograph by Bruce Davidson)