" A long time ago-in the 50's or early 60's-there was a guy on 23rd Street who I never met, a commercial photographer, I think. He had a little showcase on the walls, and each day he put something in there, something he found on the street, or some words. It changed every day. That was before Conceptualism was blown up big and shown in museums. It was very good, one of those silent cries in New York. I'll never forget it and I don't know who he was. But I mistrust conceptualism. I'm not the type. It doesn't have anything to do with life. It comes from the brain. For me, it has to start with where I live; not with calculation."

-Robert Frank, from an 1997 interview in Border Crossings.