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the Master of
the Looniverse!

harrie verstappen's photographs


or the lack of it



Some people let me know they don't understand why they've never run across my name before. Thank you, kind persons. But the reason is easy: to become a distinguished name in anything at all, you need to develop a recognizable style. Then, you keep to it and get yourself in a rut.



Well, the problem is (apart from the possibility that my work is just no good), my style is totally unrecognizable. I myself often have had trouble recognizing a photograph as my own. This is because I try to make you forget you're looking at a photograph -
I want you to look at the subject, not at a blasted picture of it.
That always gets my preference: That's my style!

Which really means, of course, I have no style of my own, because I purposely forego it. And, in consequence, etcetera.
Let's get on with the bloodily blasted photographs, already:-
more pictures than you could shake a lens at:
Picture Book

(It was rather heartening to read Kurosawa on this subject: Style? I have no style!
He was wrong, and also rather more successful - still, at least, I never even thought of cutting my wrists.)



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