Josef Sudek, Morning Trolley (Prague)
1924
Gelatin silver print
26.4 x 22.9 cm (10⅜ x 9 in.)
(via MFA Boston)
Official website of the author
Josef Sudek, Morning Trolley (Prague)
1924
Gelatin silver print
26.4 x 22.9 cm (10⅜ x 9 in.)
(via MFA Boston)
Le Grand Prix A.C.F., Jacques Henri Lartigue, 1913
Photo by Nick DeWolf (via)
What usually gets lost in the perpetual refrain about authors becoming their own marketers is that there’s no particular connection between writing talent and a gift for self-promotion.
— Laura Miller, “Writer, Sell Thyself”
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I can quite understand people wanting to know my writings, but I cannot sympathise with anybody wanting to know me.
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