Parents banned from taking photos at annual sports day. Story in UK Daily Telegraph here.
As a parent of young children who has photographed them at many school events and as a stock photographer who has generated income from children’s sport, I find this attitude of ersatz puritanism an indictment of a sex-obsessed society living in hysterical fear of what might be lurking in the dark corners of our minds. What next? A prohibition on photography of pensioners because there are probably people out there who are stimulated by the sight of the elderly? A ban on pencils and pens at sports events in case people might be drawing or writing erotic imagery?
Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, and most significantly the passing of Kodachrome, the 75 year old film immortalised in song by Paul Simon.
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the worlds a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don’t take my kodachrome away
While there have been periods of my career when Kodachrome was my film of first choice, for me, it had fallen out of favour long ago. Though I like(d) the Paul Simon song, I refuse to participate in the orgy of sentimentality about this quirky film. In fact, I can’t even get worked up about any of the supposed qualities of film. I haven’t shot a roll in 8 years.
For this old photographer, digital photography is the best thing since sliced bread, as the cliche goes. Mind you, I also happen to think that unsliced wood-fired sourdough is better than sliced bread.
Dr Geoffrey and Leanne Edelsten with their transport fleet, Sydney, 1986
The 1980s; an era of wild excess. In 1986, when I was assigned to photograph “medical entrepreneur”, Dr Geoffrey Edelsten, of the chandeliered, white grand piano chain of health clinics, I immediately got off on the wrong foot.
I asked the young blonde who came tripping down the grand staircase of his home, whether her father was in. Not ungraciously, she let me know that she was “Mrs Leanne Edelsten”. Oooops! So with foot still firmly clamped between my gritted teeth I was somewhat surprised when the doctor agreed to wheel out his cars and his helicopter for this portrait.
If you’d like to know more about the life and times of Dr Geoff, his collection of degrees and qualifications, his cars, his opinions and even his taste in music, you should visit his unbelievably modest website here.
While Leanne is now the ex-Mrs E, Dr Geoff is soon to add to his collection of blondes by marrying 25 year-old, Californian fitness instructor, Brynn Gordon (or maybe it’s Brynne Groden…the media can’t seem to make up it’s mind). Word is he is looking for a publisher to pick up the tab for the festivities in exchange for picture rights. No takers so far. Story and picture here.
If you’d like details of Dr Edelsten’s tailor, don’t email me, contact him.
I’ve always found the genre of photography known as “street photography’ immensely rewarding and ultimately compelling. The thing I like most about it is that the simple act of carrying a camera, endows the photographer with a heightened awareness, an alertness to the relationships of everything and everyone within their line of sight.
I often wonder whether non-photographers can experience this same sensitivity to their surroundings. They probably do; but even the most accomplished of writers would find great difficulty in conveying their observations in such detail.
I’m particularly drawn to strong colours and when it comes to street photography, the relationship of people within the viewfinder to those dominant colours. Here are three scenes from my travels that I particularly like:
Jonkers Street, Malacca
Fire Station No 2, New York City
Peanut vendor, Malaysia
An absolutely fascinating series of pictures by Stephen Mallon of the salvage of Flight 1549 from the Hudson River. The kind of industrial shoot that many photographers would give their eye-teeth to do.
I find there’s something strangely archeological about the pictures, even though the plane went down only a few months ago. Stephen’s documentation is wonderfully comprehensive, from portraits of the workers through to the fuselage being transported through the city. The juxtaposition of a a large, relatively intact, passenger aircraft body in an urban setting is unreal. To see Stephen’s pictures go here.
I’m of an age when I can remember when photography was just a craft; when photographers took “photographs” or at worst “made pictures”. These days we “make images” or “create imagery”. It is as if by anointing their pictures with oil of spin, today’s photographers think they can get people to take their work more seriously. Actually, I don’t make images: I still take photographs and in any discussion, pedantically insist on this description. Painters make paintings; photographers make photographs.
Unfortunately, the assault on photographic language doesn’t end here. Those who want to appear “in” and in the know (mainly insecure semi-pro Brits) like to refer to themselves as “togs”.
I’ve also noticed that Canon owners/poseurs are notorious for not using lenses. How do they make their “images” then? Check out any discussion of Canon lenses and they’ll be yacking on about their “glass”. In most instances this will be “L glass”, and “expensive” as though dollars expended requires the abandonment of any word as simply descriptive as “lens”.
Can anyone think of other examples?