The best fashion show is definitely on the street. Always has been, and always will be.
Fashion is a mirror, reflecting the culture.
Money's the cheapest thing. Liberty and freedom is the most expensive.
The main thing I love about street photography is that you find the answers you don't see at the fashion shows. You find information for readers so they can visualize themselves.
I go to different places all the time. And I try to be as discreet as I can. My whole thing is to be invisible. You get more natural pictures that way, too.
I took to New York life like a star shooting through the heavens.
My family all thought I was a little nuts.
When I'm photographing, I look for the personal style with which something is worn - sometimes even how an umbrella is carried or how a coat is held closed.
I made hats until I went into the Army. I was drafted during the Korean War.
If someone is wearing something terrific, that's what I want to photograph.
I let the streets talk to me. The streets speak to you - how you find out what's new, what people are wearing, what people aren't wearing.
The problem is I'm not a good photographer. To be perfectly honest, I'm too shy. Not aggressive enough. Well, I'm not aggressive at all. I just loved to see wonderfully dressed women, and I still do. That's all there is to it.
I don't pay attention to celebrities. I don't photograph them. They don't dress so... interestingly. They have stylists. I prefer real women who have their own taste.
Most of my pictures are never published. I just document things I think are important. For instance, I've documented the gay pride parade from its first days.
I started photographing people on the street during World War II. I used a little box Brownie. Nothing too expensive.
I go out every day. When I get depressed at the office, I go out, and as soon as I'm on the street and see people, I feel better. But I never go out with a preconceived idea. I let the street speak to me.
I'm not interested in celebrities, with their free dresses. I'm interested in clothes.
I came to New York in 1948 at 19, after one term at Harvard. Well, Harvard wasn't for me at all.
I'm really not good with money, and I don't pay attention.
Legacy? I'm a worker in the factory; all we care about is today! A legacy... what a bunch of baloney.
