Well, I find it all so depressing that in this day and age there are still social bubbles where the human figure is considered dirty, unsafe and at the very least, distasteful.
Creating a special 'red light' district in LuLa would be a terribly backwards step, making out of innocence and art a monster of vice.
If that happens, then I really do think I bid my third and final adieu to a place that helped me a great deal, especially after the death of my wife, urged me back into the making of images at a time when the strongest thought was the exiting of everything; few who helped me are even aware of their contribution - I doubt that any of them is - but I thank them nonetheless.
A friend in England sent me a book called Exposure, which is a strange investigation into the life and death of Bob Carlos Clarke.
It is a sequence of interviews. One of these, with photographer John Stoddard, reports a conversation with Patrick Lichfield, who first embraced digital and then, later, complained that it had ruined his life, that nobody wanted to send him anywhere anymore. Another interviewee mentions the death of one of my oft-quoted heroes, Terence Donovan, and that the feeling existed that age and familiarity had begun to turn him into a mild form of yesterday man...
Photography is a flickering flame at the back of a shed; don't make even stronger winds blow.