明室‧ 攝影札記

His reflections feel deeply personal yet universal. I'm curious about what moments or ideas led him to write this meditative book.

The way Barthes intertwines art criticism with a philosophical approach made me think differently about my own photos. Was that intentional or just a happy accident?

Barthes talks about the 'punctum'—a detail that stings or moves us. Has anyone experienced a photo that suddenly took on this kind of emotional weight?