A friend today asked me what my definition of success is... Do I want to be rich, famous, known for ages, revolutionary, overwhelming, praised… And the fact is I really don’t. I wouldn’t mind it, but that’s not why I do what I do. I write simply because I really like it. I photograph because I find it disciplinary to pursue such a seemingly done-to-death form of art, until it IS art. But the simple truth is my definition of success is the luxury of options. The less that limits you in the things you try to do, the more successful you seem to be. Can I go to North Korea on my next vacation? No. I am too poor, too little connected, not enough important yet – hence – I need to wire up my game a bit, and this option, too, will present itself.