The photographer who used this post's title ('simultaneously intimate and anonymous') to describe a series of her work termed it a paradox. Do you think that it is a paradox? Do you think that any -- or all -- good photographs of anonymous people feel/are intimate? Is the "good" in that question tied to that feeling of intimacy? I'm thinking not just of street and photojournalism, but also of other people's family photos, whose names and identities are, to you, unknown beyond the pictures. For me, the answer is, yes, I find that good photographs of anonymous people always seem intimate to me. But, oddly, non-anonymous pictures, i.e. pictures of my own family and friends, rarely feel truly intimate, even when they are good. I would guess that 'intimate' becomes as much about our relationship(s) as about what I feel that I'm seeing as a standalone person.