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)
All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this – as in other ways – they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers.
The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.
Photograph, n. A picture painted by the sun without instruction in art. It is a little better than the work of an Apache, but not quite so good as that of a Cheyenne.
Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.
The camera can photograph thought. It’s better than a paragraph of sweet polemic.
When I say I want to photograph someone, what it really means is that I’d like to know them. Anyone I know I photograph.
The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
When Jack London had his portrait made by the noted San Francisco photographer Arnold Genthe, London began the encounter with effusive praise for the photographic art of his friend and fellow Bohemian, Genthe. “You must have a wonderful camera… It must be the best camera in the world… You must show me your camera.” Genthe […]