For me HCB provides an iconic social window we can look into that shows the beauty of every day life, the little stories we see every from the corners of our eyes but can't quite get for ourselves when we go back with a camera.

I can empathize with the guy trying keep dry by walking a plank and then jumping the puddle. I wonder where he's off to and what got him into that situation, what's so important that he has to take or was forced to take that route. I can see myself there.

I can imagine myself in Paris, standing there looking down those crooked stairs as the bicycle speeds by.

Martine's legs are like foreplay and can give me a shiver.