zaterdag, juni 05, 2004
If I get killed, I kind of think, so what? People die all the time. I watch people die. I'd rather it not be me. I want to do more stories.
I own nothing but cameras. And hardly any of those, because they were stolen three weeks ago in Iraq. Photography is the only thing in my life. And people. Photography and people.
I rent a 3,500-square-foot New York loft with four other (male) photojournalists. I share a bedroom with one, but there is no boyfriend. Since 1998, I've dated photojournalists or journalists. But they're all a bunch of lying and cheating dogs, so it just hasn't worked out.
It might be that being conventional scares me more than going to war. A soldier from Crazy Horse proposed to me a few weeks ago. It was an incredibly kind offer. He is younger by 10 years, and he said to me, 'You need a base somewhere. I could build that foundation for you.' I turned him down.
Fotojournaliste Rita Leistner in The Globe and Mail.
# posted by Jan-Edward : 13:38
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