L'usage de la photo

Often, since the beginning of our relationship, I've remained fascinated by discovering the table that the diner doesn't serve, the displaced chairs, our clothes tangled and thrown on the floor anywhere from the night before while making love. It was a different landscape each time, and I wonder why the idea of photographing it didn't come to me sooner. There's no reason why I never proposed it to anyone. I probably thought there was something vaguely honorable or indignant about it. In one sense, it was less obscure for me to photograph the sex of M. But I also couldn't do it with this man then and at this period of my life.