18.12.08

Zimbabwe


I spent a couple of days in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe this week traveling with my wife in our mutual Christmas gift of 10-days of kid-free travel (kids are with their grandmother). She was a bit nervous about me getting into trouble and was constantly reminding me to exercise caution. I did, but still managed to get into trouble. Police are everywhere on foot in the small tourist town, but mostly to free tourists from overbearing street vendors who are eager to trade their trinkets for a bar of soap, shoes, t-shirts and other items aside from their national currency. I was advised by locals and hotel staff to avoid the obvious--photographing of police, banks, lines at ATMs, police stations, official buildings or "anything that shows the economy," one person told me.

I got into the country on a tourist visa which stated truthfully that I was a student. My main objective was to shoot a picture for The New York Times travel section that I was asked to look out for. It was of tourists visiting the falls, but I had to stay low profile. I hung out for some time and met some folks from England who I ultimately had to tell what I was doing. They understood, and it worked out. Over the next day, I tried to make some generic photos that gave some sense of Zimbabwe and people. I was told by the concierge and a security guard at my hotel who I befriended that photographing at the train station is okay and allowed. The guard walked with me over there where I wanted to shoot passengers exiting the first train. After a few minutes of shooting, a station official told me I couldn't photograph there without permission from the station master. Austin, the security guard, told me it was a lie to try to get money and that it was perfectly legal. Not wanting to press the issue or get into any trouble, I left.

The next day I returned when the passenger train arrived after asking another guard at the Victoria Falls Hotel which is adjacent to the station whether it is okay. He assured me it was as others had. I went in right as the train pulled in and began shooting. After a few minutes, it was a repeat of the previous day, so I left, but this time they were trying to bring me back and called police. Despite how friendly police are when you'r a tourist, I know how quickly they can turn. I bolted as the official following me through a park went back to the station to get a cop. I was able to slip into my hotel without a trace, but was a bit paranoid since we were leaving the country that morning for Botswana. There was no problem, but still I was nervous through yesterday when we returned to Zimbabwe to fly out of the airport there to Namibia where I am now. In the back of my head I was expecting the immigration officials to grill me, but it never happened.

It was difficult being there and not really being able to shoot openly. More than anything, it was a reminder of how bold journalists in countries like Zimbabwe are for simply doing their job.

12.12.08

Trees and Z's



I'm looking for evidence and impact of beach erosion.

10.12.08

Historical Pictures and Research



Since last week, I've been doing more research about coastal and beach erosion in Africa. A lot is going to have to wait because people are gone and institutions are closed for the holidays. I've made the rounds on foot and through e-mails to get to the bottom of the historical picture that I've become semi-obsessed with. I finally was able to find out the photographer of the picture taken in 1929 showing the old Práia da Maputo where the Marginal is now. It's changed incredibly and that's why I find it important. But most importantly, with the Clube Naval, the yacht club build by the Portuguese in 1913, it puts the area in context with an existing historical landmark.

The photographer's name is José Santos dos Rufino and he is dead. A project by three Portuguese universities through a joint foundation called Memorias de Africa posted Mr. Rufino's volumes of postcard books of photographs of Lorenço Marqués, the colonial Portuguese name that changed to Maputo after the Portuguese left in 1975, online along with similar projects from other former Luso-African colonies. It's incredibly interesting. I've found several old pictures of the Marginal, but this works the best for my purposes. Here is the response that I got from one a member of the group:


Dear Sir

Rufino is dead for long time.

As far as I know there is no problem of using the photo the way you describe.

We just put it on line, because they where already on line in the site of Companhia de Ferro de Moçambique.

But I can not give you authorization to do the same. I have not such power. You do what you want on your own.

Sincerely

Carlos Sangreman

CEsA


I also had a meeting with the management of Clube Naval who have this picture on their website as well as on their wall with other historical pictures but had no idea of who had taken it. They said, it was from an old postcard and gave me permission to use it and are going to make me a copy of theirs'. The casualness about giving me permission of a photo that they don't own rights to was a bit funny, but the main groups using it all share the same attitude. The copyright law in Mozambique and Portugal is the life of the artist plus 70 years which is similar to most of the world. It's clearly not up, but people have sort of taken a public domain attitude with it. I would like to ultimately get my work into a book form and would like to include Mr. Rufino's picture along with an updated photo, so I'll continue with this a bit more (Tt's a sort of caution that came from working at a newspaper-people loved to sue us.)

On the other front regarding this photo, I've been trying to find a location to repeat the picture. It's impossible so far because the hillside in which it was shot is now either developed or filled with trees and shrubbery. I've gone on sort of nerve-wracking little hikes through some areas on the hillside where homeless people and bandits live dodging garbage and human waste. It was quickly apparent that I could not get the photo I wanted. My other solution was getting in the air–I'm afraid of heights and hate flying.

A Portuguese photographer friend of mine has a buddy who is part of an air club that has access to a plane for $100 USD. He's going to see if he can help arrange for me to go up.

5.12.08

Vila dos Pescadores







I've spent the last couple of days since my tutorial with Ed Kashi at the Vila dos Pescadores, fishing village, photographing on the Marginal. He stressed that I show more of the impact of the beach erosion. It's a bit of a challenge to show it through pictures rather than explain it with words. My solution thus far has been to show various aspects of the erosion as interestingly as I can. For instance, in the time I've been working on this project I have a few detail before and after pictures showing the literally crumbling road then the patched up road with a newly constructed sea wall. I've also photographed several trees with their roots exposed which, to me, is quite graphic, eerie but yet aesthetically pleasing. Most are "casuarina trees" which were planted by the Portuguese to stop beach erosion. I've done some construction shots with tractors on the beach building sea walls, but they're not my best, and Homer made a point that has stuck with me about keeping the best photography for the project rather than some of these types of pictures which he–in his very frank sort of Homer way–are boring.

Nevertheless, Ed made a great point and it's certainly one that I've been aware of and trying to solve. The best way I can think of so far is to show a before and after picture using a historical photograph (I have a bad copy of my favorite so far) of a beach that no longer exists along with a photo today of the same area. I think it is sort of stark and to the point, but I don't know if it's bad form to lean on another photographer's old picture to make that point. Plus, I don't know who the photographer was and the legalities of using it which I should know. Its an old magazine article copy hanging up displayed with other old postcard and historical pictures at a club on the Marginal and none of the management can give me the answer either. I actually like their copy because a note scribbled on it says "Ponta destruida," or destroyed point.

As far as shooting the fishing village, it's technically part of the Marginal, but I had been concentrating on the point of development and the paved road to town which people consider "the Marginal" which starts at the Costa do Sol Bridge separating the dirt road that leads to the village. However, the expert who has been my source learning about Maputo's beach erosion problem often uses it as an example of a destroyed point on the city's coast. The government has done as much patching as they can putting rocks and seawalls to save the road from crumbling away, but the beach sounds like its doomed. I did more of what I've been doing–showing the people and life there–as well as incorporated a new sea wall and the rocks mentioned above in pictures.

Back when I was starting, I had a critique from the photo editor of the El Paso Times, Rudy Gutierrez, who was really harsh yet honest. The biggest point he made was that my captions were really long and descriptive, and it was evident that I was a writer. He said that my photos should speak for themselves without captions and that I should be able to simply show pictures instead of explaining everything in such detail. The toughest critiques have always stuck with me and thickened my skin, but its funny how something from so long ago is still like Jiminy Cricket chirping in my ear.

26.11.08

Upskirt, Downblouse and Street Photography

Photograph by Richard KernWIth all the freedom that we have in the course to use pretty much any camera we'd like including cell phones, this article on Salon.com about the issue of "upskirt photography" touched on some interesting points. There is starting to be a lot of legislation passed to keep perverts from sticking their cameras between strangers' legs, but as is usually the case with these types of things, sooner or later it is bound to affect all of us some way or another. I realized in reading it that I must be in some kind of bubble for not really being aware it was going on.

I have to admit, I'd be more than likely to clobber a guy who was trying to sneak a photo of my wife's behind, but when one of us is out on the street one day–probably not as big a concern for the women–will we be accused and confronted mistakenly for being one of these pornographers? When I was working at the San Antonio Express-News covering a Friday night football game not long after Princess Diana was killed, a number of people in the stands were throwing stuff at me and yelling all kinds of nasty things at me who they called paparazzi. It's not a situation where you can really sit and reasonably explain the difference between news photographers and them; it could be the same in a street photography situation.

The question of where to draw a line between artistic street photography and fetishistic candids that reduce a woman to her toe cleavage is like that ever-unreliable definition of pornography: I know it when I see it. John Morris, general counsel for the Center for Democracy & Technology, puts the reality simply: "If you don't want to be photographed walking the street, don't walk down the street -- it's a public street."


Photograph by Henri Cartier-Bresson

23.11.08

Voting



It was a bit of an uncomfortable position because I'm used to covering these types of things (think 2000 U.S. Presidential Election, that's Bush v. Gore, in Florida) than observing. We had to get permission to photograph but as an observer, I only photographed before voting actually began and throughout my days I shot away from the voting sites. The rest of my time there, I explored with my camera doing some street shooting and seeing if I could find some kind of interesting insight or story which I did.

17.11.08

Observing Elections: Don't Forget to Archive

I'll be an elections observer for in the Zambezi region in Quelimane for the municipal elections there that will be happening throughout the country. It's more than a bit strange doing this type of work since I'm used to being someone who would be photographing those elections or observers. I'll still be photographing them but for different reasons. However, I'm planning on making as much a photo safari out of it as possible while avoiding attack by their famous mosquitoes and bats. I'll miss class this Wednesday, so I'm depending on the archive. Say, what ever happened to the archives of last term's classes?

10.11.08

Digital Wasteland


In reading Lizzie's post on our Ning discussion board about whether or not to convert raw images to DMG, it brough to mind a cautionary reminder about digital that I got on Saturday night. I got all dressed up to be the good diplomatic spouse where smiled a lot and engaged in a lot of superficial chit-chat. Upon learning that I was a photographer, one gentleman who I met, a South African Banana company executive/photo enthusiast, raised some very interesting points that I hadn't considered for some time about digital. Will all of the digital images being produced right now end up in obsolete information limbo in the not-so-distant future?

He had read an article recently that raised all of the points about the quickly changing technological climate that photography is part of. I had hear all of the major arguments before and they are always a secret fear, that is: all of my digital pictures are going to be lost because the technology will be dead in the future, whereas the photographic negatives made decades ago will still be around and accessible more than likely for hundreds of years.

A while back, I went into a panic when one of my CF cards/cameras had a problem after a big shoot. I thought I had lost all of my work from the day. Certainly, this terror can (and has) strike with film. One of my most awful memories as a photographer is when I lost about 10 rolls of film from a hard day of covering floods when I was at the San Antonio Express-News. Our intern, who I never quite forgave, did not replace parts to our C-41 machines which completely ruined my negatives and threw me, my editors, and the front page editors, into a horrible panic.

I'm sure John G. Morris who with a lab assistant who famously baked most of Robert Capa's negatives from D-Day would share that sentiment. However, the big picture is a bit different with the idea that all of our work could be lost the way information from giant main frame computers from the 1960's and 1970's which used magnetic tape has been virtually evaporated. The argument goes that huge amounts of data had been stored on tape much of which physically decayed, but more than that the technology no longer exists to retrieve it. More recently there are various floppy disks, zip drives and other technology that have gone the way of the 8-track tapes.

With the scare that I've been hearing and reading about with photographers who banked and archived their work on Digital Railroad, the root fear behind it is for the most part connected to the fragility of digital photographic technology. Again, similar things can happen with digital: fires, disasters, theft or bureaucratic nightmares. Another story that I remember in Texas was the overnight folding of the now defunct Houston Post by Singleton Newspapers. Essentially, staffers came in to work one morning and were told that the newspaper, formerly one of the biggest in Texas and the U.S., had folded. They had to get everything they wanted and be out by the end of the day. Photographers freaked out and scrambled to save their work. When the New York Times bought my former newspaper, The Sarasota Herald-Tribune, about 20 years ago, the did something similar but for bizarre legal reasons that I never fully understood and destroyed all of the negatives. The DR situation reminded me of that too.

I've been shooting exclusively digital for years now and officially took the leap when I sold my film gear (save my Nikon FM2 and a few favorite lenses). It took me a while though. Photographer Maggie Steber, when she was director of photography at the Miami Herald, was fiercely cautious and skeptical of digital. She had sent me a copy of an article that I still have which pointed out the dangers of digital photography as opposed to film. In time, I had to get past it.

The fact reinforced by my time as an editor was that digital is expected and essential in the fast-moving news world. The first signs were when I shot the Superbowl in Tampa, Florida where seeing the AP photographers with their clunky backpacks which carried equipment immediately transferring the images they were shooting back to editors. I suddenly felt sorry for all of those film-digital card runners who were out of jobs. It's really part of cautionary tale about silent movies versus talkies, radio and Life magazine v. television, print newspapers v. the internet, or traditional photojournalism v. multimedia. Everything has its risks, but hopefully we're all taking the right gamble.

9.11.08

Meia Maratona

A competitor in the wheelchair race in the half-marathon moves down Avenida Marginal. The wheelchair race was 10 kilometers.

4.11.08

Keep Keepin' On: Projects, Equipment and Multimedia







Here's what I've been up to photographically that is. I've actually been busy on some assignments which is always nice but blurred my focus a bit.

I'm trying to put a cherry on top of my Marginal/Maputo Beach Erosion project but am consumed with Paul's–I think observant advice–of trying to get a few more details, overalls and getting closer to my subjects. I have a list of a few things that I'd like to get, but I'd like to move on. One thing that I would like to do is visit Beira, a coastal city in Mozambique that I've been told has a much worse beach erosion problem than Maputo. I'd just like to spend a day or two photographing some of the damage which I think might enhance this project a bit to give some perspective and scale. I

Another project that I've started is doing portraits and interviews with albinos in Maputo. The reason that drew me to it was a BBC story that I heard a while back about killings of albinos in Tanzania by people who sold their parts to witch doctors who believed they had magical powers to bring wealth. There is a serious stigma around them and several aid organizations (unfortunately not in Mozambique) who help people with the skin condition. I've only just started and am trying to sharpen the idea a bit. I am buying a softbox, another light stand and a few other doodads to enhance my portrait power. (Also, because the folks at Polaris subtly suggested that better lighting equipment was needed.)

On the equipment front, I'm going on a buying spree, sort of. I'm planning on buying a Canon 60D, but will hold out a bit until after the first of the year (I might just let the 50D drop in price a bit more and a couple of those instead). Also, I'm a bit inspired by Brett and have a few prime lenses that I'll buy as well. However, I'm going to buy a Canon G10 this week. I was looking to buy a G9 this summer while I was in the states but stepped back when I heard that the G10 was coming. In Perpignan, they weren't yet released but word of them was abuzz. I played a lot with G9s that various drinking mates had. They were very popular there. Anyway, I'm excited about it.

When I was in Lisbon, I had a little Minox point and shoot that I loved until it died. I always had it with me. It was small (sort of like a Canon Elph) and I liked being able to be less intrusive when I was out and about. Unfortunately, the file sizes weren't that big, so I have a number of really nice photos that I can't, for instance, put up for stock. The G10 has much bigger files than the 20D SLR I shoot with now, plus you can shoot on RAW. It's bigger than my old Minox, but definitely cooler. You can put a strap on them too.

I was about to buy a load of software, but Maria sent me an e-mail that made me hesitate. I have to grill her a bit. Nevertheless, at the top of my list is Soundslides. I also plan on getting a digital mp3 recorder of some sort and perhaps a microphone. I've had a number of heavy discussions about multimedia and am going in the direction that I'll feel comfortable with. Despite what might seem like resistance, I actually have a background in convergence and multimedia. Brian Storm, Dirk Halstead and the like are no strangers to me.

When I started at the Sarasota Herald-Tribune as a photographer in 1997, everbody there was spent a week in video training in our television station. All the still staff learned how to shoot (on beta and high 8), edit, and learn the basics of television photojournalism. It was fun at first, but in time interfered a lot with our still shooting. Eventually it sort of faded to the background. Still, folks like Dirk Halstead and people from around the industry spent some time at the H-T visiting and studying. When I left, we still did it on occassion but photographers who really enjoyed it (there were a couple) could do pretty much whatever they wanted because our 24-hour news channel was always hungry for content. When I met some of my old work mates this summer, they were a bit gloomy because the paper had decreased the size of the video staff and were going to start using the still staff to do more video.

It's never been hard to see the importance of multimedia and as a manager, I saw it from a different perspective. However, as a photographer, I admit I am resistant and not fully on board. I guess since I have done it, I am not so into it. I have always been very into the idea of the power of still images and sound together. The first time I saw Brian Storm speak, he was still at MSNBC and just starting to make a name for himself. He's a still guy at heart and used to talk about-as he still does-the power of still images married to sound. Essentially, it's sort of a version of what we do now but with printed words instead of recorded. He would talk about NPR (National Public Radio in the U.S.) and images together could empower our stories. I'm a huge fan of radio journalism which probably comes from growing up in the car culture of Los Angeles, and in particularly NPR. Shows like This American Life are great at creating powerful imagery.

I also had a friend, David Snider, who had similar type of things to say but sort of went a different direction. So to make it short: Soundslides. I'm sure when I get the stuff, I'll have all new problems to solve like what software to use to edit sound and the basics of radio journalism.

Next up, borders projects: I'm thinking.

27.10.08

Border Disorder

Dance Performance, Nossa Senhora de Fatima Church
Swazi Women, Malkerns Valley, SwazilandI've been working on ideas for the border project for a while now, but am feeling real pressure about finalizing a project within our class project. I spent a bit of time exploring in Namaacha, a town in Mozambique which borders Swaziland on Sunday. The town actually fits in perfectly with another pet project I've been doing for some time-the cult of the Virgin Mary (the town hosts an annual pilgrimage once a year in May which I am planning on doing this year in Jono fashion). However, there are other ideas I have, but require some travel and would have to be done in one trip or several depending on which one I pick. Since this is a group project, a good part of what I actually do depends heavily on you.

23.10.08

Pack Journalism


Yesterday, I got a call that there was a "big fire" at the ministry of finance and that people were leaping out of the building to escape. I went, but despite my mental preparations of modern-day scenes from Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire, it was nothing of the sort. Nonetheless it was interesting even though my photographs were not. If anything it reminded me how much I do not miss chasing spot news. When I was younger and starting out, I used to love doing that sort of thing and enjoyed the adrenaline and outdoing the competition. It had been a long time since I'd been in that type of situation maneuvering around police, crowds and other photographers and I was surprised how I just snapped right in to newspaper photographer mode like I had never been away.

Another factor was watching how the other photographers and press worked. I was always very critical of the way some press tended to work particularly when they got in the pack mode of which this was a classic example. Everybody was in a big clump behind the police lines. Nobody was moving around working the scene looking for the drama or the reaction from spectators aside from the action. If they were photographers working for me, I would have liked to line them up and slap them in Three Stooges fashion.

19.9.08

Ansel Adams: Documentarian




Yesterday, I gave my first class here to beginning photographers in Maputo. I started out with a little photo history-camera obscura and view cameras– and talked a bit about Matthew Brady and Ansel Adams. I told my students that I was going to have a photojournalistic/documentary slant since that's what the base of my experience, knowledge and interest. So why Ansel Adams?

As a native Californian, I've always had strong leanings toward my home state. When I was a kid, I favored television shows that were more West Coast-centric (The Brady Bunch; Adam 12; What's Happening; The Love Boat...). I was a big surf music fan (Dick Dale, The Ventures, Beach Boys), the whole San Francisco-Sunset Strip thing (Mamas & the Papas; The Doors; Grateful Dead...), then later with the L.A. punk scene (see Decline of the Western Civilization; Sublime and No Doubt...) and with Jazz, Dave Brubeck. John Steinbeck books were special for their California leanings. I've always hated Hollywood's tendency to lean toward the East Coast and became a big fan of Quentin Tarantino for breaking that mold with movies often set in the area of L.A. I grew up in. So with photography, there was Ansel Adams.

Ansel Adams was somebody that I looked at when I was first learning photography and trying to figure out proper exposures and black and white printing. The whole zone system was somewhat of a puzzle to me. Since he was the first marketed fine arts photographer, his work was everywhere (calendars, posters,museums), and he's usually one of the first or only photographers to pop out of a non-photo person's mouth because of his popularity. So to some, he's gained a bit of a cliché tag.

I was fascinated by a documentary that I checked out from the library on VHS about him. There was a scene when he was making a gigantic print with roll paper sprawled out on a darkroom wall that I found incredible at the time. But more than anything was how elequant he was speaking about photography and how-being a trained classical pianist-he often compared photography to music. Over the years when I've come across his quotes, read his writings or seen other films about him, my affection for him has grown. Much of what he says applies perfectly to documentary photography. Over the years instead of seeing simply pretty pictures, beautiful prints and exposures, or familiar western scenes, I've seen him as a documentarian.

He was obsessed with the United States wilderness and a big conservationist. Along with Rachel Carson's Silent Spring, his own book This Is the American Earth which released that same year was quite influencial and ultimately had some impact on the modern green movement. But more than anything, the scenes that he documented helped raise their profile and helped save them from eager developers in the post-World War II boom years.

That aside, I was surprised that I had never known about a project that he had done about Japanese-Americans in an internment camp in Manzanar, California during WWII. While I was gathering images to show, I came across them and was taken aback feeling a bit silly and ignorant. I knew that he had done some portraits–although he didn't enjoy doing that type of work– and was friends with folks who did photograph more people like Edward Steichen, Paul Strand and Edward Weston, and had much respect for photographers like Cartier-Bresson and their work; however, this project caught me off guard.

It's not the most wonderfully executed story in comparison to W. Eugene Smith or Walker Evans, but it helped me understand him more as a photographer, and made me feel more justified in being a fan of his. Here are links to the project:

Zeitmaschine review

U.S. National Archives

17.9.08

Trusting You With My Cute Kids

In Perpignan, I had a sort of rude awakening when I introduced Silva, Anna, Rhian and Maria to my kids-virtually of course. They were all eager to see their pictures on a blog I created when my one year old, Charles, was born. "Why didn't you show this to us before?" I was asked. "I didn't want to bore you all with pictures of my little kids. "You don't trust us," said Rhian with agreement from the others.

It's a little sappy and much more of my softer side than I thought anyone needed to see, but since I made everybody pancakes, i guess my soft side is exposed. Here's the link to my kids' blog. Don't expect any breathtaking photojournalism: it's mostly snapshots and often poorly composed or out of focus. I still feel it's a bit like boring friends with hours of vacation photos, but here it is: http://charlesbarrientos.blogspot.com

10.9.08

What I Learned In Perpignan

I learned that I'm not as big a lightweight as I thought by going out drinking more than I have in years. But it wasn't so much about partying as it was about getting acquainted with my classmates, meeting people, networking, getting acquainted with my classmates, former LCC students and discussing photojournalism and all the issues around it from photo gear to computers to software to politics to travel logistics to marketing and much more. There of course was the festival programming, exhibits, nightly screenings and presence of agencies, photography collectives and vendors that was the center of my week.

One significant fact--perhaps not so flattering--was that I only took out my camera once during the week. Perpignan's somewhat of a picturesque town certainly with lots to photograph but with so many photographers and cameras, I figured we had it covered. I can remember my early days in photography and going to photo gatherings in the U.S. such as the National Press Photographer Association's Flying Short Course or the Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar and sort of thinking that the guys (usually students) running around with a couple of bodies and a long lens to go to a seminar were a bit over the top. There really weren't those types of photographer there.

My main objectives were mostly achieved: 1.) to spend some time with and get to know some of my classmates; 2.) to connect with a new agency (Polaris in this case); 3.) to see some excellent photography (much was excellent); 4.) to gain some new clients (this one I sort of struck out on but got some great tips).

Being in Africa, I feel a bit isolated at times from others in the class, so it was good to spend time with part of our group. Our common bond is the LCC MAPJ. Having gone through projects, papers and sometimes rough tutorial sessions, I think we all felt a certain badge of honor for having gotten through our first leg of it.

There were several agencies represented such as Getty, Corbis, AP, AFP, Reuters, EPA, Sipa, Zuma and others. The collectives area was interesting mostly to see the ways that these groups of photographers promoted themselves with cool postcards, lots of Blurb and Mac books, and lots of interesting work.

As far as the photographic exhibits there were several very good ones but a few that were just okay. My favorites were by Paolo Pellegrin's project in Iraq and Stanley Greene's story (more the whole story) about the Silk Road being transformed into a drug route. The evening screenings were good but many of us thought a bit uneven at times and are too loosley edited. They did, however, get progressively better as the week went on, but unfortunately the Saturday show which in theory should have been the best, and the big festival party were both scrapped because of rain (don't worry there were LCC reps protesting).

At the Hotel PAMS, there were continual critiques and editors that I wanted to meet (I was told but only ran into the one I used to work for-Michelle McNally). They did have free wifi and drinks, so it was an active place. It's also where we registered. Despite not getting some of the connections that I wanted, I did get great advice, much of it from LCC graduates. Most of that happened at La Post (I'm sure Perpignan's most popular bar during the festival). It's where we had the pleasure of meeting our very own Homer Sykes.

What I liked most out of the trip was primarily getting to know Maria, Dean, Silva, Chris, Jono, Mark, Anna, Rhian, Morag (my favorite LCC grad) and Homer. It helped me realize that we have a rich and interesting group and that being in an online course gave me more of a connection than I thought I'd have. On the festival side, I most enjoyed an impromptu session by Brian Storm about multimedia and a hard-hitting film by Christian Poveda called La Vida Loca about gangs in El Salvador which I got through with French subtitles. My favorite brush with greatness was meeting John G. Morris. It also was kind of cool that David Alan Harvey remembered my name, but I'd much rather have people remember my images.

Dean is going to keep in touch with the apartment owners that we rented from to see if there can be LCC Does Perpignan Redux.

Here's Jono's slideshow if you haven't seen it.

http://www.jonathanlewisphoto.com/mapjPerpignan2008slideshow/

22.8.08

California

California, where I was born and raised, is a good place to reflect on my place right now in our course. Trips that involve family typically paralyze me creatively. So while I'm enjoying seeing parents, sisters, aunts, uncles, neices, nephews, cousins and friends and introducing my children to my home, it's tough to get much done photographically. One strange thing for me in Los Angeles that I always find is that I suffer a bit from over familiarity and or even being numb or maybe simply overwhelmed by all there is to photograph there. It's such a huge, sprawling place that I have a tough time focusing or even figuring out what to photograph. I can't really pin point it and even sat back and considered if I lost the progress that I made. However, if I was actually living in L.A. or even for a newspaper, it would definitely be different.

As of this point in the course, one thing I have achieved is a clear focus on photography I hadn’t had for some time. I'm thinking about photography, the imagery and what I want to communicate. There are several points I have improved upon or refined. I am thinking in terms of projects and stories I’d like to do as opposed to single images.

In my shooting style, I have become more disciplined and am concentrating on the entire frame more than ever and very rarely crop. I have thought more about the content of my photographs as well as all of the compositional elements.

The things I must improve upon are still self-editing and improving the development of story ideas and organization and execution of stories themselves. I see my greatest weakness as becoming overwhelmed by broad ideas and then a large body of work. One of my goals coming into the course was to improve on the business side of photography and finding new ways and profitable outlets for my work.

Guest lecturers and tutors have given powerful advice and ideas such as Homer Sykes’s extensive experience with stock photography and publishing his photography in books. Classmates have also given invaluable inspiration and gotten me in touch with elements of photography, technology and media that I hadn't considered or may not have learned about.

My greatest challenge remains remaking myself from a career newspaper staff photographer and editor into an effective freelance photographer and defining what that means to me. More tangibly, I have seen that multimedia, as much as I am resistant to it, is essential to learn. My personal goals remain to learn to increase my freelance cliental, publish a book and to show my work in a public exhibition.

4.8.08

LCC

We just popped in to say our non-virtual hello.

15.7.08

Self-Censorship





I shot a mother bathing her two children, a boy and a girl. I shot about forty frames or so, but when I was editing something to put on my blog, I hesitated. 'Will some crazy conservative or religious nut think that I'm Pete Townsend or something?' Although I didn't think about it when shooting and even showed the family my pictures on the back of my camera afterward, I suddenly became nervous that somebody would think I was a weirdo or something. I'm not, but just as the law that was mentioned in one of our MAPJ group e-mails about getting permission to photograph school children, it's another issue to mill over.

10.7.08

Assessment Project

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Africa loses from one to two meters of coastline annually due to coastal erosion according to a 2002 UNESCO study. With a rise in sea levels, the problem is complicated by man. Mozambique, named as one of Africa's most threatened coasts, faces trouble as one of the world's poorest countries with problems that the government prioritizes much higher than coastal erosion. Maputo, the country's capital, is booming with new investment and development. Much of the new building is along a 10 kilometer road that runs along the coast from the Port of Maputo to the rural Vila dos Pescadores that lies over the Costa do Sol Bridge marking the end of the Marginal. With the Marginal crumbling due to beach erosion, repairs are being made, but the unique life on Maputo's waterfront road may not be repaired as easily.

The Marginal is killing itself. The physical road, Avenida Marginal, has priority over beaches, so with sands no longer able to shift naturally, they simply erode. With development, the city and country are trying to take advantage of an opening for economic growth. The city is encroaching on the coastline from one side as the waters of Maputo Bay take its toll on the other.

In Maputo the road is lined with businesses, including restaurants, bars, clubs, stores, a casino and a new gated community near Costa do Sol, but on the other side a unique culture and regional identity is disappearing. The 10 kilometers between the Costa do Sol Bridge, which separates the rough dirt road leading to the Vila dos Pescadores fishing village and the paved road and new development, and the roundabout at Praça do Robert Mugabe show the past, present and future of the Marginal.

From Miramar, the Marginal’s middle point, to Costa do Sol the road is collapsing at many sections, and it is characterized by trees hanging over sand dunes with exposed roots as clear signs of the beach’s decay. One only needs to examine historical pictures of Lorenço Marques, Maputo’s colonial name under the Portuguese, with beaches that once lay where sea walls now stand protecting and separating the bay from the road. An old picture hanging in the office of the historic Clube Naval shows a uniformed rowing team on a long-gone beach in front of the club. The waters now bump against a seawall. The modern coastline in this area of the Marginal only vaguely resembles that of the past and may foreshadow the fate of the eroding beach further down the road.

With priorities that outweigh environmental issues and minimal funds for improving the infrastructure, it seems inevitable that what is left of Maputo’s beaches will soon disappear. Concurrently, pieces of Maputo’s traditional society will also disappear. Fishermen, religious groups that believe the beaches and water are sacred, friends who gather to play soccer on Sundays as well as the beach’s tourist draw are affected.

8.7.08

‘Cartier Bresson’s output in the early thirties represents a unique creative outpouring that far surpasses his later work’.


   Henri Cartier-Bresson’s output in the early thirties represents a unique creative outpouring surpassing his later work. Its importance lies in the impact it had on establishing his style and its influence on photojournalism and the art world. Unprecedented creativity is undeniable, but assessed as a whole compared to his later work it represents a fragment in a long career of groundbreaking photography. His first years are represented by several elements: raw artistic influences, youth and an experimental spirit without financial or creative restraint, new photographic technology, and political convictions. The question of whether his early work was superior to his later work hits the photographic essence of Henri Cartier-Bresson, or HCB: art versus journalism. Magnum, the photo agency he helped create, earned a reputation for internal drama with heated squabbles between art-minded photographers and photojournalists. This struggle sums up the dichotomy in HCB and reveals much behind the divide between his early and Magnum years. (Miller, 1997)
   The photo-reporter and artist are interdependent. Without journalism, HCB–called 'the godfather of photojournalism' (Genius of Photography, 2007c)–may not have sustained himself or won recognition. To understand his early work’s impact, historical aspects of his artistic, political, and journalistic life require examination.
   HCB’s art background affected his photographic style, but he did not consider himself a photographer. He deemed the camera simply a medium to communicate: ‘The camera is just another tool,’ he said (Charlie Rose, 2003). He accentuated the importance of personal vision. ‘Sensitivity, intuition and a sense of geometry: that’s all you need…What matters is to look, but people don’t look…they just press a button’ (Impassioned Eye, 2003).
   His grasp of composition transferred from his art training to his photography. Surrealism impacted him as well, particularly surrealists’ embrace of photography and Andre Breton’s spirit of revolt. ‘Crush tradition! Photograph things as they are!’ was a sentiment to stem from European schools of photographic realism. Author Peter Galassi noted: ‘Alone the surrealist walks the street without destination but without premeditated alertness from the unexpected detail that will release a marvelous and compelling reality just beneath the banal surface’ (Nolan & Slaughter, 1999).
   HCB’s rebelliousness melded well with surrealist thought, helping him accept photography. At a time when the elite art establishment attempted to elevate photography beyond the reach of amateurs, surrealists embraced photography because it was purely mechanical and automatic. They admired photographers like Eugéne Atchét, one of HBC’s influences, while dismissing academic and professional photography.

Cartier-Bresson gave himself up to the surprises of the street [and] gritty realism…[For HCB, photography helped] eliminate the distinction between art and life…The tools of his art–a few rolls of film, the small camera–required no distinction between living and working (Galassi, 1978).

   Strong symbolism mirrored HBC’s reality. Two major significant emotional events, in Africa and during World War II, made him face mortality. Before the war he buried and years later dug up his Leica. Upon his re-emergence, he helped curate his much acclaimed “posthumous” photography show at the MOMA in New York. Born to wealth, HCB had no interest in his family’s business. He headed to Africa for a year and was exposed to French colonial life. ‘Africa made a deep impression on me and against colonialism–it’s atrocious,’ he said. (Impassioned Eye, 2003) He supported himself by hunting and began photographing with a second-hand camera. ‘Cartier-Bresson was a big game hunter. He’d gone on shooting things, and he was a stalker,’ said art critic and philosopher Arthur Danto. ‘You had to wait for that animal to appear. You stalked that animal, and at that moment you had to be ready to shoot’ (Genius of Photography, 2007c). HBC said,

I prowled the streets all day, feeling very strung-up and ready to pounce, determined to “trap life.” Above all, I craved to seize, in the confines of one single photograph, the whole essence of some situation that was in the process of unfolding before my eyes (Decisive Moment, 1952).


   HBC contracted black water fever, almost died and most of his Africa pictures were ruined. Back in France, he began photographing seriously, shedding his old damaged camera for a Leica. This small handheld camera used 35 mm roll film and gave photographers freedom and mobility. It liberated the camera from the tripod for an alternative to 'belly button photography' as Russian photographer Alexander Rodchenko said (Genius of Photography, 2007b). ‘It became the extension of my eye, and I have never been separated from it since I found it,’ said HBC (Decisive Moment, 1952). He made many of his best pictures within this period, factors providing a creative edge.
   HCB was young and free of financial worries or other constraints. He was fresh from life as a painter and art student with strong influences from surrealism, cubism, and classical training. His brush with death pushed him toward the instantaneousness of photography. Photography was ‘quicker than drawing,’ he said (Charlie Rose, 2003). More poetically he said,

To me photography means discovering rhythm, lines and gradations in reality. The eye does the framing and the camera does the work. It registers the decision the eye makes. You see a photograph all at once like a painting (Impassioned Eye, 2003).

He was an amateur photographer, but amateurs were responsible for breaking new ground, pushing boundaries and reclaiming it from elites. Twenty-five years later he still regarded himself as such (Decisive moment, 1952). He knew artists like Degas did not respect photography but with his defiant surrealist spirit and art background was confident (Genius of Photography, 2007b).
   Several of HCB’s photographs at this time were groundbreaking. His picture Behind the Gare Saint Lazare (1933), captures a man frozen in mid-step above a puddle of water mimicking a circus poster in the in the distance. There are several compositional elements such as rings in the water and the lines of a board the figure springs from, along with his reflection and background, which are an exercise for the senses and mind. Some see more meaning to it. Photographer Phillip Jones-Griffiths called it the best photograph of the twentieth century and referring to symbolism of a broken hoop said, ‘He was the Nostradamus of the early thirties who predicted what would happen to Europe in that single image. Europe was jumping into the unknown. It’s a great, great photograph for that reason’ (Genius of Photography, 2007c). HBC described photographing this scene as haphazard, sticking his camera between bars in a fence and not seeing the man jump, but it speaks to his intuition. This photo defines the decisive moment, now the most familiar concept in all of photography. Jones-Griffiths called it ‘a visual orgasm.’ (Genius of Photography, 2007c), and it can be summed as when a subject is trapped in a scene of determined composition when all elements come together. (Frizot, 2007)
James Nachtwey described another defining early picture.

He made an image in Spain of a band of children playing on a street, a heavyset man in a suit and fedora walking through their midst and, in the background, a constellation of windows scattered across the wall of a building. It wasn't a picture about anything. It was a moment most of us would never notice, but in his eyes it became an enigma, so full of suspense, you could almost hear the click of a detonator (2004).


   These years served as photojournalistic training. He perfected his technique exploring unrestrained artistic vision. He often sought downtrodden subjects resulting in a unique brand of documentary photography and pushing creative limits, he found a unique voice. When he began life as a photojournalist, he matured and had more to say. (Cookman, 2003) Photographers he most admired worked primarily as photojournalists. ‘I couldn’t believe such a thing could be caught with a camera. I said ‘damn it!’ I took my camera and went into the street,’ said HCB about Martin Munkacsi’s picture, Three Boys at Lake Tanganyika (Nolan & Slaughter, 1999).
   HCB said Munkacsi’s picture inspired him most. Classically composed, it captures three boys splashing into a wave. He cited other influences from the documentary tradition. ‘I have many fathers: [André] Kertesz, Walker Evans–especially Kertész. Chim and Capa.’ Following the fruitful early thirties, he began work at the communist newspaper Ce Soir where he met David Seymore, or Chim, and Robert Capa with whom, along with George Rodgers, he later formed Magnum. During this time, marked by the rise of fascism in Spain, Italy and Germany, he changed, especially vis-á-vis his political convictions. Soon, he went to Spain like Chim and Capa but experimented with filmmaking, which he would always call a mistake.
   While serving in a photographic unit during World War II, he was captured and imprisoned for three years of hard labor until escaping on his third attempt. ‘The world in process was his raw material. He was difficult to define, and he could not be contained, as the Germans found out when he escaped from a prison camp during World War II and joined the Resistance,’ (Nachtwey, 2004). He grew beyond the ‘little surrealist photographer,’ as Capa called him (Boxer, 2007). Before the war, HCB buried his Leica in the Vosges Mountains, retrieving it after his escape (Boxer, 2007). This Lazarus-like act marked a detour. Despite, an outpouring of creativity in his early years, his photojournalistic years matched artistic prowess with larger messages. ‘I became less interested in what one might call an ‘abstract’ approach to photography,’ he said (Nolan & Slaughter, 1999). He heard of a posthumous show the MOMA in New York–who believed he was killed in the war–was preparing: he offered his help. The posthumous label fit as it marked the point when the old HCB died and a new HCB, the Magnum photojournalist, emerged in magazine photojournalism’s golden age.
   Work from his Magnum years stands out as some of his best. In the comprehensive photographic collection called Henri Cartier-Bresson: The Man, The Image & The World, many of his early photographs are displayed with his Magnum work. This provides a window to much of his life’s work without separating eras, as Peter Galassi did in his examination of his early work (Frizot, 2007 p.37). His pictures merge smoothly, often with powerful journalistic or historical context such as Ghandi’s funeral. Famous pictures such as the condemnation of a Nazi sympathizer made during his work for the French resistance, the funeral of a Kabuki actor or Kashmiri women in burkas on a hillside were all produced for publication but his artistic execution elevates them. A 1975 photograph taken in an American prison shows a single arm and leg thrust out from behind cell bars and could easily mix with his best early work.
   HCB’s work was inspirational and changed the medium, helping to blur the line between art and photography. Annie Liebovitz and Richard Avedon, from an artistic journalistic tradition, contrasted with documentary-edged photojournalists Steve McCurry and James Nachtwey demonstrate the depth and diversity of his influence. ‘He is the greatest photographer of the twentieth century,’ said Avedon. ‘Everyone is a Cartier-Bresson baby. Everybody has taken from him’ (Charlie Rose, 2000).

His work, although kind of documentary in nature…is considered art. It has this universal appeal…I think he was probably the biggest influence on documentary photographers of the last 40 or 50 years. He really kind of perfected this sort of street photography style literally just walking around randomly looking at life and exploring what was going on around him…His work stands our as the most important of modern times, said Steve McCurry (Cultural Expressions, 2008).


   HCB’s early work established an approach that changed art photography and photojournalism. While exploring, testing boundaries, and searching for his voice, he found a photojournalist who used artistic vision within the boundaries set by editors. ‘Henri…hated assignments. For Henri, a good assignment was an opportunity to make pictures the way he wanted,’ said former Magnum editor John Morris (Miller p.106). His output in the early thirties represented a unique creative outpouring surpassing his later work, but is foremost in its importance in forming his style along with its impact on photojournalism and art. His entire body of work stands out cohesively as unique, surpassing others.

















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