We were all children once, and back then photography was a game: a flash, a smile, a race frozen forever on film. Rich and unhappy children, poor and serene children. Children who play, who study, who work. Children who are not free. Childhood, more than a reality, is an invention of adults.
If we are ever born innocent, that innocence is soon taken from us: by parents, by society, by a world that wants children to be as they should—at the service of adults, of their economic, emotional, or self-affirming needs.
