The camera can represent flesh so superbly that, if I dared, I would never photograph a figure without asking that figure to take its clothes off.
Not long ago, one of the nationally known picture magazines had a photograph of a man prostrate on subway stairs. For thirty minutes many people passed him by without ever a helping hand. The editorial comment was about the coldness of the modern man in the face of distress. What was forgotten was that the […]
Kodachrome, it gives us those nice bright colors Gives us the greens of summers Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah! I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph So momma, don’t take my Kodachrome away.
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own.
Photographs alter and enlarge our notions of what is worth looking at and what we have a right to observe. They are a grammar, and even more importantly, an ethics of seeing.
A good daguerreotype was as perfect a kind of photograph as was ever made.
It gradually dawned on me that something must be wrong with the art of painting as practiced at that time. With my camera I could procure the same results as those attained by painters – in black and white for the time being, perhaps in color later on. I could express the same moods. Artists […]
Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever – it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.
Too many photographers try too hard. They try to lift photography into the realm of Art, because they have an inferiority complex about their Craft. You and I would see more interesting photography if they would stop worrying, and instead, apply horse-sense to the problem of recording the look and feel of their own era.
Are you sure there are no hidden cameras up there? (Arizona Representative, while stuffing $55,000 into a gym bag)