My streets are those of people who I afford to meet and confront my camera. I say confront because any attempt to record everyday life is a kind of confrontation. People are just there. They can appear still and ready to be photographed, but they are in their world. We must confront them if we want to depict them. It does not need to be a brutal confrontation, but just the fact that we are removing their images from their natural state, translating feelings and emotions into our record is an attempt to make their thing our thing. In the process, we must decide how to settle this discrepancy. When photographing the Red Light District in Amsterdam, I was hit by a flying high-heeled shoes. I had also received good sights, bad sights, sights of desire and panic during my journeys. All these are responses to my confrontations, and they were all right.