‘Valid photography, like humour, seems to be too serious a matter to talk about seriously. If in a note, it can’t be defined weightily, what it is not can be stated with utmost finality … It is not cute cats, nor touchdowns, nor nudes; motherhood; arrangements of manufacturers’ products. Under no circumstances is it anything ever anywhere near a beach. In short it is not a lie – a cliché – somebody else’s idea. It is prime vision combined with quality of feeling, no less.’
Walker Evans, 1956