What’s the ugliest part of your body?
If ‘seeing comes before speaking’ what am I capable of knowing by simply looking when I view photographs? Which part of my body reads the pictures in this book, indeed all photographs? What happens when those photographs are organised in an age-old format such as a bound book but, unlike most other books, offers very little other information? These are some of the thoughts I hope that run through your mind as you leaf through this book.