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| John French Tania Mallet modeling Madame Paulette Picture-Hat (fashion shot for The Evening News and Star) 1963 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Henri Cartier-Bresson The Berlin Wall 1963 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Lee Friedlander Plane over Bull, Kansas City, Missouri 1963 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Larry Clark Untitled 1963 gelatin silver print Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
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| Richard Avedon Lew Alcindor, Basketball Player, 61st Street and Amsterdam Avenue, New York 1963 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Evelyn Hofer The Bowery, New York 1963 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Evelyn Hofer Hot Dog Stand, New York 1963 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Evelyn Hofer Beauty Palace, New York 1963 dye transfer print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Evelyn Hofer Bar, Mercer Street, New York 1963 dye transfer print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Evelyn Hofer Girl, Barcelona 1963 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
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| Elliott Erwitt Lost Persons Area, Pasadena 1963 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Elliott Erwitt Confessional, Czestochowa, Poland 1964 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
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| Paul Caponigro Portrait of William Clift 1963 contact print from large-format Polaroid Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| Paul Caponigro Chandelier 1964 contact print from large-format Polaroid Cleveland Museum of Art |
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| William Christenberry House between Marion and Selma, Alabama 1964 C-print Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Bruce Davidson Samuel Beckett 1964 resin-coated print Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
"But mostly they are a place with neither plan nor bounds and of which I understand nothing, not even of what it is made, still less into what. And the thing in ruins, I don't know what it is, what it was, nor whether it is not less a question of ruins than the indestructible chaos of timeless things, if that is the right expression. It is in any case a place devoid of mystery, deserted by magic, because devoid of mystery. And if I do not go there gladly, I go perhaps more gladly there than anywhere else, astonished and at peace, I nearly said as in a dream, but no, no. But it is not the kind of place where you go, but where you find yourself, sometimes, not knowing how, and which you cannot leave at will, and where you find yourself without any pleasure, but with more perhaps than in those places you can escape from, by making an effort, places full of mystery, full of the familiar mysteries."
– Samuel Beckett, from Molloy, published in French in 1950, translated by the author in collaboration with Patrick Bowles, 1955