Photographs don’t discriminate between the living and the dead. In the fragments of time and shards of light that compose them, everyone is equal. Now you see us; now you don’t. It doesn’t matter whether...

What are you – Secret Service?”If I were, I wouldn’t admit it.”And you’re not admitting it, I notice.

In a world that thought itself so wise yet behaved so stupidly, it was possible sometimes to believe that only the mad saw matters as they truly were, that only people like my brother were...

She only modelled for him once,’ Max said stubbornly, leaning the canvases back against the wall and replacing the sheet. ‘Once, twice or umpteen times, it’s proof she knew Spataro… how shall we put it?…...