The love-hate-mutual-need thing going on with the stars and paparazzi is an interesting study of modern consumer psychology, and how it is driven by “the industry” as well as “the consumer.” I believe “interest” in the stars is driven more by the industry than by we as people. But with the last comment, the stars want a lot out of it too.
Sygma agency once asked me to get a shot of Paula Jones’ new nose job (she happened to live in my city years ago). The thought of creeping around in the bushes made me shiver, and although it was a “big chance” to shoot for an agency, I declined. Couldn’t live with myself, and didn’t think it would actually look good on my resume. “Hi, I’m the guy who shot Paula’s nose job!” Yuck! It wasn’t even a real assignment; any profit would come IF the image sold.
I once assisted a celebrity-agency shooter at a restricted-access awards banquet in Hollywood. We were the only photographers inside, and the “red-carpet” guys had to wait around outside. I have to say that the agency guy I was helping seemed to know the stars. He was well dressed and polite. They gladly grinned for him. The “red-carpet” guys outside looked pretty hungry, and they didn’t smile much. Yesterday it was reported in the news that Nicole Kidman walked up to and called a paparazzo “rude” after he booed her for not pausing enough for pictures. What he didn’t know was that one of her makeup artists had recently passed away, thus causing Kidman’s lack of being-photographed enthusiasm.
Some paparazzi could be caught in a cycle of money and survival; meaning, it’s a job they can do and get well paid for, far more than for a daily newspaper assignment. It’s hard, in L.A. anyway, to secure a full-time job as a photographer. So I don’t blame the Papi’s from trying to earn a living; there are just so many of them, and so few outlets for their images, that competition is really desperate. How they actually survive is amazing to me. But, yeah, coordinated group stalking is way overboard.
I do not believe street photography and paparazzi are in any way related. What is dreadful is that their reported actions could be harmful to the rest of us innocent bystanders who are in no way associated with that kind of photography. But again, for them it may be simple survival. Am I to judge the hungry rickshaw driver in Calcutta? In the end, if we cease our “demands” for entertainment gossip (and stop buying those entertainment magazines), perhaps the interest in the stars will slooowwwwlyyy decline. Maybe there’d be more interest in good photojournalism, for example.
Maybe it’s good to adopt the perspective of the architect Howard Roarke in “The Foutainhead” by Ayn Rand. An evil critic who had sabotaged Roarke’s work and career asked him, “What do you think of me, Mr. Roarke?!?” The architect calmly replied, “But I don’t think of you.”
Less TV. More photography. Carpe Diem.
Chris
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