This website can be used as a good starting point. In most cases taking the photo is legal, the questions come when publishing and, particularly, when having commercial use.Indeed, the laws regarding right of privacy and right of image are quite restrictive in Canada, France, Germany, and many other countries. This has been discussed in another thread not too long ago.
The US is actually unique in that it puts freedom of speech — category in which falls artistic expression (in our case, street photography) — above right of privacy and right of image. The US constitution is set up that way. Not at all the same with Canada and many European countries, where individual rights puts some restriction on right of speech.
This is why the "cultural embedded expectation" regarding public space is very different whether you're in (or from) the US or elsewhere. Elsewhere, as you mention, one is entitled to expect privacy even in a public space.
Should be specified that the restrictions defined the laws regarding righ of image relate to publishing photos (including posting on the web), not taking the photo (although there are a few exceptions, as in the German law forbidding photographing people if there are in a vulnerable—as in an accident—or humiliating situation).
There are always grumpy, inhosipital people on any island, small or big.
Irish people swear a lot but in Ireland, the expression F**k can have different meanings, depending on the context it was used.
"Would you ever go and f**k off" = "Go away and leave me along".
"Go away to f**k ! or f**k off !" = "I don't believe you! or (depending on contex) Just go away".
"You will in your f**k" = "You will not"
A milder form of the word that can be used is Feck.
There are many more, but you get the jist.
Once very many years ago on a country road in France I passed a colorful “gypsy” wagon being pulled by a couple of ponies. I pulled up ahead and got out to take just a snapshot to show our then young children. As they approached the driver covered his face and ended up bumping a car that had also stopped. While they were yelling at each other, his teenaged son ran over and grabbed my car outside mirror. While my wife was yelling at him, his father secured the wagon, ran over and jumped on the hood of our car banging on the windshield with his fist. I showed him some money and slightly lowered my window. He got off and I threw the money out. I popped the clutch and took off and joked with my wife that I thought he put a curse on us. Shortly later while riding behind a school bus it flipped up a stone and shattered our windshield. To make matters worse it started raining. We did manage to get a new one put in after getting drenched. That night we had trouble finding a hotel but managed to get a room in what was as best a dump We weren’t sure when the sheets were last washed so we slept in our clothes. There was no food available but we happened to have an apple that we split for dinner. The next day we stayed at a top notch hotel in the town of Brive . We told the people there of our experience and they said be careful of the “nomads” they can cut your throat
Once, while photographing in the mountains in Japan, a monkey up in a tree, cursed me for being there and threw bits of twigs down on me. Sorry. That's all I've got.
These experiences are all in the UK where we have the right to take photos in public spaces and of anything that can be reasonably seen from a public place.
One night about five years ago I had been photographing a gig and had some film left, so a few blocks from the venue I set the camera down on a brick wall to take some long exposures of the traffic passing by....a local youth assumed I was photographing him and said he'd kill me if I was taking his photo. What a pleasant fellow.
More recently I was having fun with my Lomography Konstruktor and happened to walk though the local shopping mall, which is what we used to call an Arndale Centre. Legally it is public streets. I set the camera up to take a general wide-ish shot and an over-zealous security guard accosted me, deliberately bumping the camera so the photo was ruined. He tried to tell me that using a camera was forbidden "by the rules"....so I calmly asked him which rules, and he couldn't answer that. I then pointed out people taking selfies with phones, photographing the new food hall with their phones and asked why I couldn't do the same "with this" and he muttered some expletives but left me alone.
I used to get very dirty looks if I took anything bigger than a pocket compact camera to the beach. It's funny how things change. Back in the day nobody batted an eyelid at a medium format camera or 35mm SLR at the beach. Then suddenly anyone with a "proper" camera at the beach was assumed to be up to no good. Now things have turned back towards the right direction.
There are also some great experiences. One time in Camden I came across a young punk couple who were dressed in their best punk gear, while I had a little Agfa Super Silette. I asked if I could take a photo and they posed for multiple shots and took interest in the camera.
I've never had any issues with police in the UK either. I think they now know the limits of their powers, which are basically nil in this regard. It is always security guards. Though it's worth noting that some places that appear to be public are privately owned and it is then legally up to the owners if they wish to permit photography. In most cases I cannot fathom why they wouldn't. I do know of one person who deliberately goes to such places to take photos and if he's challenged, he points it out to everyone he knows. 99% of the time we want to make a building or square/plaza look good, or at least interesting.
Once, while photographing in the mountains in Japan, a monkey up in a tree, cursed me for being there and threw bits of twigs down on me. Sorry. That's all I've got.
Once, while photographing in the mountains in Japan, a monkey up in a tree, cursed me for being there and threw bits of twigs down on me. Sorry. That's all I've got.
Once very many years ago on a country road in France I passed a colorful “gypsy” wagon being pulled by a couple of ponies. I pulled up ahead and got out to take just a snapshot to show our then young children. As they approached the driver covered his face and ended up bumping a car that had also stopped. While they were yelling at each other, his teenaged son ran over and grabbed my car outside mirror. While my wife was yelling at him, his father secured the wagon, ran over and jumped on the hood of our car banging on the windshield with his fist. I showed him some money and slightly lowered my window. He got off and I threw the money out. I popped the clutch and took off and joked with my wife that I thought he put a curse on us. Shortly later while riding behind a school bus it flipped up a stone and shattered our windshield. To make matters worse it started raining. We did manage to get a new one put in after getting drenched. That night we had trouble finding a hotel but managed to get a room in what was as best a dump We weren’t sure when the sheets were last washed so we slept in our clothes. There was no food available but we happened to have an apple that we split for dinner. The next day we stayed at a top notch hotel in the town of Brive . We told the people there of our experience and they said be careful of the “nomads” they can cut your throat
Ah. You've touched on the other side of things there. A couple of years ago, on alighting the Metro in a square in the city centre, I found myself in the middle of a huge Pride festival. I had my TLR with me and my Pentax in my back pack. People were begging to be photographed. I kept telling them it was on film so I couldn't mail them on - and also that I had only B&W stock with me, but they wanted to be snapped. I got some really good photos that day - including one of a young woman I would like to photograph again. There was something almost painfully wistful about her beauty.
Once, while photographing in the mountains in Japan, a monkey up in a tree, cursed me for being there and threw bits of twigs down on me. Sorry. That's all I've got.
His son was hanging on to the rear view mirror and he was on the hood of the car. I showed him some bills but actually threw some coins. I had tried to creep forward but that didn’t work. When they got off to gather the coins I took off.That is also horrendous, but why did you give the guy money? I can't imagine someone from the UK doing that.
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