I look back with a mix of emotions: sadness for the people who are gone, nostalgia for times that have passed, but immense gratitude for the wonderful opportunities that came my way.
I hate nostalgia, I want nothing to do with it.
Distance not only gives nostalgia, but perspective, and maybe objectivity.
In ‘Bombay-London-New York,’ I speak of the ways in which the ‘soft’ emotion of nostalgia is turned into the ‘hard’ emotion of fundamentalism.
In 1960, it was still – no nostalgia here – an age when you could leave your door unlocked even in urban neighborhoods.
I decided to make pictures of fragments, images that would spill off the canvas instead of recede into it like a medicine cabinet. I wanted to find images that were in a ‘nether-nether-land’: things that were a little out of style but hadn’t reached the point of nostalgia.
