I just used to adore them. I still do adore some of them. There's a quality of legend about freaks. Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle.
Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience.
Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. I'm very little drawn to photographing people that are known or even subjects that are known. They fascinate me when I've barely heard of them and the minute they get public, I become terribly blank about them. I don't mean a feeling of, I don't like it.