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Domenico
" I don't believe in politeness.... I believe in kindness."
I think we are in complete accord. Self restraint = respect = kindness.
Allowing for each other to choose our own words to express what seem to be similar sentiment,
we agree.
When I was much younger, an editor told me that I needed to get close enough to people that I COULD become part of the picture, but never, never, never BECOME part of the picture. My job was to be a witness, not a participant.
In time, an intuitive appreciation of that direction replaced the mechanical direction of my boss and teacher.
We each set our own limits, and I'll grant that we can't make hard and fast rules: no closer than 3 meters, no pictures of people eating bananas, etc. Kindness, respect, restraint. Same.
Now.
What troubles me is not HCB, or Vishniak, or Hine, but the Photo Bully.
"I have a camera, I am a street photographer and can't be told what not to shoot"
This is the photographer who is out to get in your face, disrupt what you are doing, to provoke you and record your reaction.
Tell me, if you are out making pictures, and this guy comes stalking you, what do you do ?
In a perfect world, I think I'd try to go with the improvisation, but I can't do that all the time.
The Photo Bully is what many people today perceive, and that has made carrying a camera harder than it once was.
Some of my favorite pictures were done in the New York subway by Stanley Kubrik:
But that was a long time ago, and so many 'photographers' infested the subway over the next 50 years, cameras had to be banned. Too bad.
.
" I don't believe in politeness.... I believe in kindness."
I think we are in complete accord. Self restraint = respect = kindness.
Allowing for each other to choose our own words to express what seem to be similar sentiment,
we agree.
When I was much younger, an editor told me that I needed to get close enough to people that I COULD become part of the picture, but never, never, never BECOME part of the picture. My job was to be a witness, not a participant.
In time, an intuitive appreciation of that direction replaced the mechanical direction of my boss and teacher.
We each set our own limits, and I'll grant that we can't make hard and fast rules: no closer than 3 meters, no pictures of people eating bananas, etc. Kindness, respect, restraint. Same.
Now.
What troubles me is not HCB, or Vishniak, or Hine, but the Photo Bully.
"I have a camera, I am a street photographer and can't be told what not to shoot"
This is the photographer who is out to get in your face, disrupt what you are doing, to provoke you and record your reaction.
Tell me, if you are out making pictures, and this guy comes stalking you, what do you do ?
In a perfect world, I think I'd try to go with the improvisation, but I can't do that all the time.
The Photo Bully is what many people today perceive, and that has made carrying a camera harder than it once was.
Some of my favorite pictures were done in the New York subway by Stanley Kubrik:

But that was a long time ago, and so many 'photographers' infested the subway over the next 50 years, cameras had to be banned. Too bad.
.