Richard Learoyd

Saturday, 22 October 2016

“The photographs I took of Casper didn’t express the sentiments of a doting mother, despite the intensity of the love I felt for him. They were compromises—shots taken when he fell asleep in the car, or couldn’t be convinced to leave the campground, or when holding his squirming body prevented me from finding other people to photograph.” Justine Kurland • New Yorker

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