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I'm a photographer and these are my references.

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Sophie Calle, Suite Vénitienne, 1980

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Alexander Jamieson, Plate VII from A Celestial Atlas: Comprising A Systematic Display of the Heavens in a Series of Thirty Maps Illustrated by Scientific Description of their Contents, And accompanied by Catalogues of the Stars and Astronomical Exercises, 1822

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Gustave Claude Étienne Courtois, Portrait de L’athlète Maurice Deriaz, 1907

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Chris Marker, Autoportrait au Rolleiflex, 1960

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Frédéric Fontenoy, 1744, 2014

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Konstantin Somov, The Boxer, 1933

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Alfred Stieglitz, The Terminal, 1892

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Edward Julius Detmold, Ilustrations for Jean-Henri Fabre’s Souvenirs entomologiques, 1921. The Public Domain Review

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Mélodie Monet, Sensation of Swimming in the Sound, 2013

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John Stezaker, Pair IV, 2007. Collage

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Bill Hobbs, David Wojnarowicz at ACT UP’s Action Protest, 11 October 1988

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Robert Mapplethorpe, Arm (Self-portrait), 1976

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Perry Miller Adalo, Georgia O’Keeffe: A Life in Art, 2003

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« Est-ce, comme on le dit beaucoup, que vous pensez trop à vous ? Ou n’est-ce pas plutôt qu’à votre insu, vous pensez trop aux autres ? Peut-être sentez-vous confusément que votre sort est lié à celui des autres, que le bonheur et le malheur sont deux sociétés secrètes, si secrètes que vous y êtes affiliés sans le savoir, et que, sans l’entendre, vous abritez quelque part cette voix qui dit : ‘Tant que la misère existe, vous n’êtes pas riches. Tant que la détresse existe, vous n’êtes pas heureux. Tant que les prisons existent, vous n’êtes pas libres.’ »

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“Do you think too much about yourselves? Or about others, despite yourselves? Perhaps you feel vaguely that all of our fates are tied, that joy and sorrow are two secret societies, so secret that you don’t know you’re a member. And you’re aware of a voice you don’t hear, saying: ‘As long as poverty exists you’re not rich. As long as despair exists, you’re not happy. As long as prisons exist, you’re not free.’”

. . . “Você pensa muito em si mesmo? Ou pensa nos outros, apesar de si mesmo? Talvez você desconfie que seu destino esteja ligado ao dos outros, que a felicidade e a infelicidade são duas sociedades secretas tão secretas que você é afiliado sem o saber. E, sem entender, você abriga em algum lugar essa voz que diz: ‘Enquanto existir pobreza, você não será rico. Enquanto existir sofrimento, você não será feliz. Enquanto existirem prisões, você não será livre.’”

— Chris Marker, Le Joli Mai, 1963

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Dorothea Lange, Unemployed Timber Industry Worker with his Wife, 1939. Oregon

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“Grief is a force of energy that cannot be controlled or predicted. Grief does not obey your plans or your wishes. Grief will do whatever it wants to you, whenever it wants to. In that regard, grief has a lot in common with love.”

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“O luto é uma força que não pode ser controlada ou prevista. Ele não obedece aos seus planos ou desejos. Ele vai fazer o que quiser com você e quando quiser. Neste sentido, ele tem muito em comum com o amor.”

— Elizabeth Gilbert

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Renato Carvalho, Nightcrawlers, ca. 2011