Helen B
Member
General agreement with Michael's sentiment.
I can't imagine why, but I get photographed quite often. I don't mind it. Is it those two good sisters again: Do-as-you-would-be-done-by and Be-done-by-as-you-did?
Except that I'm not a furtive photographer, so it's not always true that I get what I deserve. The furtive ones are amusing. Furtive, they are. Aye, furtive. Not daring to raise their camera to their eye. Sneaking around thinking that you haven't noticed them while you're pretending not to have noticed. Oh, we know their sort, don't we?
I used to live in the famous Hotel Chelsea where the lobby is a bit of a magnet for sneaky-arty-tourist-type photographers. I moved to Hell's Kitchen where we get strays from Times Square. Different class of tourist altogether. And now we can add in ubiquitous Beavises and Buttheads with camera phones.
My experience with photographer-strangers who ask to take my picture is that they seem to rush too much. If I was in a hurry I'd say no and go about my business. If I say yes, I say yes to doing the job properly. So they get friendly advice to slow down a bit, gentle suggestions about the best light and some general chit-chat to put them at ease - how many photographers are nervous about approaching strangers? No 'and they don't come any stranger than you' jokes please.
Best,
Helen
I can't imagine why, but I get photographed quite often. I don't mind it. Is it those two good sisters again: Do-as-you-would-be-done-by and Be-done-by-as-you-did?
Except that I'm not a furtive photographer, so it's not always true that I get what I deserve. The furtive ones are amusing. Furtive, they are. Aye, furtive. Not daring to raise their camera to their eye. Sneaking around thinking that you haven't noticed them while you're pretending not to have noticed. Oh, we know their sort, don't we?
I used to live in the famous Hotel Chelsea where the lobby is a bit of a magnet for sneaky-arty-tourist-type photographers. I moved to Hell's Kitchen where we get strays from Times Square. Different class of tourist altogether. And now we can add in ubiquitous Beavises and Buttheads with camera phones.
My experience with photographer-strangers who ask to take my picture is that they seem to rush too much. If I was in a hurry I'd say no and go about my business. If I say yes, I say yes to doing the job properly. So they get friendly advice to slow down a bit, gentle suggestions about the best light and some general chit-chat to put them at ease - how many photographers are nervous about approaching strangers? No 'and they don't come any stranger than you' jokes please.
Best,
Helen