It’s a story about a photographer whose house gets robbed, and then all his work ends up for sale on the black market, and he can’t afford to buy back any of his own work.
They sell art on the black market?
I don’t know. But it’s a beautiful story, you know, lots of metaphor in there.
Why didn’t he just make new copies?
Because his photos were single edition, all of them.
But the robbers took them.
Couldn’t he, like, cancel those ones and do reprints?
No, he said it would break his artistic integrity.