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“To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as a camera is a sublimation of the gun, to photograph someone is a subliminal murder - a soft murder, appropriate to a sad, frightened time.”

Quote by Susan Sontag

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On photography

This book delves into the evolution of photography, examining its origins, technological advancements, and the ways it has shaped society. It includes discussions on various photographic techniques, equipment, and the creative process, as well as the role of photography in documenting history and influencing visual culture. more

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Susan Sontag
Susan Sontag

Susan Sontag was an American writer, critic, and photographer. Known for her unique literary style and profound thinking, her work spans various fields including literature, art, and politics. Born on January 16, 1933, she passed away on December 28, 2004. more

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