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Lukitas - a strange story indeed and very sad one. My best wishes, mate.
Did you read my post? No matter.
I'm 59, I have a wonderful family and life. The last few times I've been out street shooting I've been accused - either implicitly or explicitly - of being a "paedophile". The equation here seems to be: older guy with camera = paedophile. No matter that I'm pleasant, I engage, I do not hide what I'm doing or sneak around and I do NOT photograph children, scantily clad babes or various other things which are on my "leave it out" list. It is the observed increasing frequency of this response that leads me to my present position.
You, presumably, are young. You therefore can't perhaps understand what it means to be constantly labelled, in the course of doing something harmless and that you love - and have done without being hassled for many years - something disgusting which is the complete opposite of who you are and how you have lived your life. I have friends who have never had this happen to them, but they are either younger, female or both. I'm sure there are other men my age in my city who likewise never have a problem, but then again I highly doubt that it's anything about me in particular.
So as a result I not only don't enjoy it any more, it is something I have come to dislike. That's just me. When I was younger, yeah, sure, what's a smack on the head or a confrontation with overzealous soldiers other than a good story? Get abused or called a name? Who cares - sticks and stones, right? But at my time of life, being regularly accused of being a monster? Because I take pictures in the street? No thanks.
Ah, les Anglo-Saxons...
Doesn't happen much outside the USA and the 51st state -- England.
Very occasionally a problem in Paris. But not, as a rule, in the civilized parts of Europe.
Cheers,
R.
Ah. Ok. I didn't catch the part where you don't enjoy it anymore! My apologies, both for being thick and for your loss. That's a testament to the political climate we live in. Fear mongers everywhere.
I'm not sure what you are referring to but I find that France is one of the most difficult places in the world for street photography. It's the only place where I've ever been attacked while photographing. I find that in public Americans are a lot friendlier and open-minded.
There are far more important things in this world than being a proffesional photographer.... you do know that don't you?
Reading your posts over the years, you seem to believe you somehow live in some rarified air since you are a "Pro".
How can you of all people use the term "photo ego" ?
Have you ever heard of the 'Paris Syndrome'? - Paris must be the place where image, at least of some, and reality diverge more than of any other place. Paris Syndrome is an actual, technical medical term describing an emotional breakdown following disillusion, inflicted are mostly Japanese, sometimes Chinese: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris_syndrome
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/6197921.stm
I've been asked which newspaper I work for and whether the pictures will end up online, very often I smile, I say I don't have a facebook and I shoot film which requires dev and scanning. I don't know if they really believe it but for now it works.
If someone reacts angrily or aggressively from the start I just ignore them, no point arguing, otherwise I try to look friendly, confident and calm. If you start believing you're doing something reprehensible people can smell it off you
A Strange Story.
I'm a train conductor. The guy with the striped hat, who whistles when the train has to leave, closes the doors and punches tickets. Always have my camera with me, over my left shoulder, under my coat. The job comes first, of course, but often, I get a chance to take a picture. Doesn't take more than a second or so.
Yesterday, I tried to photograph three train drivers marching in goose-step, and missed the shot. One of them followed me, wanted to know the eternal 'Why?'. I tried to reassure him that he wasn't in the picture, that it was a failure, and I wouldn't show it, on my word of honour.
Today, they kept me back from work for half the day, I had to explain my taking of pictures to my 'immediate superior'. The guy had complained, and somebody who doesn't like me had compiled a 'dossier' about my photographic and professional missteps.
The guy making the complaint must be very scared having his picture taken, if he cannot accept my reassurances to the point of filing a complaint.
Then there is the person writing the dossier, who cited an event that happened a year ago : I tried to take her picture, she refused, I didn't take it.
Now she's using this to accuse me of malfeasance.
Some people have very strong feelings, not about pictures, but about the taking of them.
I just hope they won't forbid me to have my camera with me. A silly interdiction, Everybody in the firm has to have a phone, all of them have built in cameras.
Sorry for the rant.
Cheers!
This a strong photo. The street lines and the lights are exquisite.
Where?I'm not sure what you are referring to but I find that France is one of the most difficult places in the world for street photography. It's the only place where I've ever been attacked while photographing. I find that in public Americans are a lot friendlier and open-minded.
... I have had just one confrontation in all that time, in Arles a few years ago.
Cheers,
R.
To more and more people, telling them you want to or did take their photograph for "fun" is not a good enough reason for doing so, hence the backlash. It's not snobbery on my part, it is what I witness, what I hear from the people **I** photograph. I'm in the minority here and I always will be and that is fine by me, go ahead and beat the crap out of me, hate me, piss on my grave, what ever makes you feel good.
there is no way in hell I would engage in "Street" photography, my gut tells me it is just not right anymore, especially children.
The world, the whole of it has changed. And because of the onslaught of a "Social Moore's Law" of sorts, it will change even faster.



Some people have very strong feelings, not about pictures, but about the taking of them.