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Don McPhee 1945-2007
Orgreave, 1984
The police and NUM strikers clash
at Orgreave coking plant, near Sheffi eld,
during the miner’s strike
The Guardian
pp. 22-23
23
March 2007
Republished in The Guardian,
24 February 2009, p. 14, with
this caption:
Paul Castle (above, far left)
and George
‘Geordie’ Brealey (above, right)
at Orgreave in 1984.
http://digital.guardian.co.uk/guardian/2009/02/24/pdfs/gdn_090224_gtw_14_21993003.pdf
http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2009/feb/24/miners-strike-photo-don-mcphee
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standalone photograph
UK
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https://www.nytimes.com/2023/04/08/
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be manipulated
USA
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doctored photos
USA
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setting up photos
USA
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digital photograph
UK
http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/sep/13/
i-lost-a-decade-of-photographs
digital photograph >
delete UK
http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/sep/13/
i-lost-a-decade-of-photographs
photogenic
UK
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shot UK
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mybestshot
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snapshot UK / USA
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snap
USA
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snap
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Upskirting is the term used
to describe taking photographs,
often on a mobile-phone camera,
up an unsuspecting woman's skirt
UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/feb/25/
women-upskirting
photo album app > Turning Phone Photos Into Albums
USA
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/03/06/
technology/personaltech/organization-help-
for-turning-phone-photos-into-albums.html
cell phone photograph
picture UK
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/sep/17/
the-pictures-will-not-go-away-susan-sontag-and-photography
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/interactive/2013/may/19/
power-photography-time-mortality-memory
picture
USA
https://features.propublica.org/
garfield-park-archive/in-those-pictures-you-can-see-the-community/ -
September 30, 2021
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/02/17/
opinion/photojournalism-children-nick-ut.html
The Guardian > That's me
in the picture UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/series/
thats-me-in-the-picture
pictures from the past
UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/series/
pictures-from-the-past
take pictures
UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/gallery/2013/jul/27/
photography-london-underground-bob-mazzer
take pictures
USA
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photo essay UK
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photography > digital / silver-gelatin process
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unfrozen-in-time
photographer UK / USA
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richard-avedon-photos-ny-exhibit
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leo-maguire-best-shot-photography
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john-bulmer-photograph-north-colour
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shooter
USA
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06/429341622/the-back-story-a-photo-trend-from-the-1890s
portrait photographer
USA
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472702464/in-service-a-photographer-examines-the-flip-side-of-power
street photographer
UK
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2014/jun/16/
garry-winogrand-street-photographer-retrospective-in-pictures
street photographer
USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/26/
arts/simpson-kalisher-dead.html
https://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/20/
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USA > street
photography UK / USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/26/
arts/simpson-kalisher-dead.html
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2021/jun/02/
dawoud-bey-street-photography-harlem-new-york
sport photographer
UK
http://www.npr.org/2016/05/06/
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UrbExers
USA
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/11/03/
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war photography
USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2022/10/13/
arts/design/war-photography-addario-capa-icp-sva.html
war photographer UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2019/feb/03/
don-mccullin-giles-duley-photography-retrospective-tate-interview
https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2016/jul/26/
life-and-death-as-a-war-photographer-netflix-series
http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2011/jun/18/
war-photographers-special-report
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2003/feb/14/
iraq.features11
war photographer
USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/12/18/
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https://www.nytimes.com/2017/12/08/
opinion/the-man-who-shot-vietnam.html
postmodern photographer USA
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/12/
arts/design/jan-groover-postmodern-photographer-dies-at-68.html
fashion photographer UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2020/may/13/
warhol-in-black-and-bowie-in-the-nude-portraits-by-victor-skrebneski-
in-pictures - Guardian pictures gallery
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2013/sep/20/
big-picture-richard-avedon-women
fashion photographer
USA
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/08/
arts/design/08penn.html
fashion photography
USA
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/26/
fashion/deborah-turbeville-fashion-photographer-dies-at-81.html
landscape photographer
UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/video/2013/jul/11/
colin-prior-photography-landscape-unicorns-video
landscape
photographer USA
http://www.npr.org/sections/codeswitch/2016/02/17/
466453528/photos-three-very-different-views-of-japanese-internment
nature
photography USA
https://www.npr.org/sections/pictureshow/2021/02/27/
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wildlife photographer
UK / USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/19/
arts/peter-beard-dead.html
http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2013/oct/06/
wildlife-photography-pioneers-attenborough-camera
astrophotography UK
https://www.theguardian.com/science/gallery/2021/may/19/
shooting-for-the-stars-the-otherworldly-art-of-astrophotography-in-pictures
astrophotographer
USA
https://www.npr.org/2022/08/22/
1118713393/astrophotographers-moon-reddit-image
astronaut-photographers
USA
http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/06/25/
dateline-3/
studio
USA
https://www.npr.org/sections/pictureshow/2021/06/18/
1007389777/songs-for-freedom-a-juneteenth-playlist-from-pianist-lara-downes
The Photographers' Gallery
London UK
https://thephotographersgallery.org.uk/
voyeurism UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2010/sep/17/
panayiotis-lamprou-portrait-wife-photography
Robert
Mapplethorpe. Self-Portrait,
1988.
Gelatin-silver print,
26 5/8 x 22 1/2
inches.
Artist’s Proof 1/1.
Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, Gift,
The Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation. 93.4305.
© The Estate of Robert Mapplethorpe.
http://www.guggenheimcollection.org/site/artist_work_lg_97A_3.html
photographic portraits UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/dec/05/
10-best-photographic-portraits-mccabe
USA > portrait
UK / USA
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2018/oct/09/
dawoud-bey-the-birmingham-project-photo-series
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2014/10/03/
magazine/01-brown-sisters-forty-years.html
photographic self-portraits UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2013/mar/23/
10-best-photographic-self-portraits
selfie
USA
https://www.npr.org/2017/12/13/
570558113/i-came-i-saw-i-selfied-how-instagram-transformed-the-way-we-experience-art
http://www.npr.org/sections/alltechconsidered/2015/07/31/
427845743/what-selfies-tell-us-about-ourselves-and-how-others-see-us
http://www.npr.org/sections/alltechconsidered/2015/07/27/
425681152/narcissistic-maybe-but-is-there-more-to-the-art-of-the-selfie
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/09/28/
fashion/a-defining-question-in-an-iphone-age-live-for-the-moment-or-record-it.html
http://www.nytimes.com/video/technology/personaltech/
100000002842065/app-smart-selfies.html
https://www.youtube.com/
watch?v=V81zxaBV56Y&list=PL4CGYNsoW2iCzzn4pZBJ58IZAAsSgng2V
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/29/
arts/the-meanings-of-the-selfie.html
nude
UK
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2014/jun/26/
history-of-nude-photography-in-pictures
landscapes UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/gallery/2009/oct/19/
photography-scotland
photogram UK
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2015/nov/27/
at-first-light-the-most-iconic-camera-less-photographs-photograms-in-pictures
photography UK / USA
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/
photography
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/series/
sean-o-hagan-on-photography
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/series/
photography-then-and-now
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/06/
nyregion/mayor-adams-photo-venable-fake.html
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2019/feb/03/
don-mccullin-giles-duley-photography-retrospective-tate-interview
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2018/mar/01/
victorian-giants-the-birth-of-art-photography-national-portrait-gallery-london-in-pictures
https://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2017/02/22/
the-hidden-history-of-photography-and-new-york/
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2016/jun/07/
a-new-dawn-19th-century-photography-seizing-the-light
http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/12/23/
the-future-of-computational-photography/
http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/10/16/
staging-manipulation-ethics-photos/
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/01/26/
arts/design/with-cameras-optional-new-directions-in-photography.html
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/interactive/2013/may/19/
power-photography-time-mortality-memory
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/02/24/
sports/ozzie-sweet-who-helped-define-new-era-of-photography-dies-at-94.html
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/jonathanjonesblog/2013/jan/10/
photography-art-of-our-time
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2012/oct/19/
photography-is-it-art
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/jonathanjonesblog/2012/jan/19/
kodak-bankruptcy-digital-photography
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2011/apr/11/
paul-graham-interview-whitechapel-ohagan
photo
USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/06/
nyregion/mayor-adams-photo-venable-fake.html
A new dawn:
19th-century photography awakens – in pictures
G 7 June 2016
UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2016/jun/07/
a-new-dawn-19th-century-photography-seizing-the-light
computational
photography USA
http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/12/23/
the-future-of-computational-photography/
photographic ethics
USA
http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2015/06/16/
posing-questions-of-photographic-ethics/
Light And Dark:
The Racial Biases That Remain In Photography
USA
NPR April 16, 2014
http://www.npr.org/blogs/codeswitch/2014/04/16/
303721251/light-and-dark-the-racial-biases-that-remain-in-photography
The
Guardian > New Review's month in photography
UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/audioslideshow/2013/jun/28/
photography-arles-pieter-hugo-stezaker
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/interactive/2011/jan/06/
new-review-month-in-photography
World Photography Day UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2011/aug/19/
world-photography-day
photography enthusiast USA
http://gadgetwise.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/09/09/
canon-improves-its-mid-range-dslr/
International Center of Photography
USA
https://www.nytimes.com/topic/organization/
international-center-of-photography
documentary photography
USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/02/05/
arts/design/ICP-documentary-photographers.html
social documentary photography
New York's Photo League
USA 1936-1951
Sixty years ago this week,
the Photo League
fell victim to Cold War
witch hunts and blacklists,
closing its doors
after 15 intense years of trailblazing
– and sometimes
hell-raising –
documentary photography.
From unabashedly leftist roots,
the group influenced
a generation of
photographers
who transformed the documentary tradition,
elevating it to heady aesthetic
heights.
http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/11/04/
15-years-that-changed-photography/
https://www.soniahandelmanmeyer.com/
social documentary photography
Street Life in London in 1877 - in pictures
UK
4 November 2013
A rare book which was one
of the first examples
of social documentary photography
has been put up for auction.
Street Life in London,
written by Adolphe Smith
with photography
by the Scottish photographer
John Thomson,
was published in 1877.
The aim of the book was stated
as being 'to bring before the public some account
of the present condition of the London street folk,
and to supply a series of faithful pictures
of the people themselves'
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2013/nov/04/
photography-london-street-life-in-london
USA > street photography
UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2021/jun/02/
dawoud-bey-street-photography-harlem-new-york
travel photography UK
https://www.theguardian.com/travel/photography
sports photography UK
https://www.theguardian.com/sport/gallery/2019/feb/05/
gerry-cranham-simply-the-best-in-pictures
digital photography
UK
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/features/
digital-photography-has-it-become-an-obsession-1606148.html
pixel UK
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/features/
digital-photography-has-it-become-an-obsession-1606148.html
photo USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/02/01/
world/asia/vietnam-execution-photo.html
photo storage USA
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/27/
travel/photo-storage-by-personality-yours-.html
image > Images Of The Dead
And The Change They
Provoke USA
https://www.npr.org/2013/03/21/
174958974/when-to-release-difficult-images
eye-catching images UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/news/2013/mar/28/
picture-desk-live-the-best-news-pictures-of-the-day
abiding image UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2009/feb/24/
miners-strike-photo-don-mcphee
iconic image UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2016/nov/02/
why-theres-no-such-thing-as-an-iconic-image-stuart-franklin-magnum-photos
USA > iconic image UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2022/nov/22/
cars-bars-and-burger-joints-william-egglestons-iconic-america-in-pictures
https://www.npr.org/sections/pictureshow/2013/01/27/
170276058/an-iconic-life-image-you-must-see
USA > Cars, bars and burger joints:
William Eggleston’s iconic America – in pictures
UK
The landmark series Outlands
created a new visual language of gas stations,
diners and signage
that inspired a generation of photographers
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2022/nov/22/
cars-bars-and-burger-joints-william-egglestons-iconic-america-in-pictures
iconic photo USA
http://www.npr.org/sections/goatsandsoda/2017/01/13/
509650251/study-what-was-the-impact-of-the-iconic-photo-of-the-syrian-boy
http://www.npr.org/2016/09/18/
494442131/life-after-iconic-photo-todays-parallels-of-american-flags-role-in-racial-protes
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/04/us/iwo-jima-
marines-bradley.html
http://www.npr.org/2009/03/24/
102112403/the-vietnam-war-through-eddie-adams-lens
https://www.npr.org/2004/05/10/
1891360/vivid-photos-remain-etched-in-memory
vivid
photos USA
https://www.npr.org/2004/05/10/
1891360/vivid-photos-remain-etched-in-memory
black and white
colour UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2010/feb/02/
john-bulmer-photograph-north-colour
photo albums UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2011/jun/14/
photo-albums-digital-collection
2010's best photography books
UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2010/dec/10/
sean-o-hagan-photography-books-christmas
photography books UK
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2008/sep/25/
stephen.shore.photography
Ms. Turner’s physicality as a performer
was just as compelling to photographers
as it was to audiences.
Photograph: Jack Robinson/Hulton Archive,
via Getty Images
Anglonautes's note: this is a 6x6 contact
sheet.
Tina Turner: A Life in Photos
A performer who leveraged fringe, sequins
and sparkles
to electrifying effect onstage.
NYT
May 24, 2023
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/05/24/
style/tina-turner-photos.html
contact sheet USA
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/05/24/
style/tina-turner-photos.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/05/06/
sports/football/fire-didnt-stop-a-game-and-50-years-later-the-proof-still-fascinates.html
http://www.vivianmaier.com/gallery/contact-sheets/
documentary photography
http://library.duke.edu/digitalcollections/documentaryphotography/
http://library.duke.edu/specialcollections/collections/photography.html#digital
http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2003/may/17/
photography.artsfeatures
documentary photographer
USA
http://www.npr.org/sections/pictureshow/2011/04/01/
135023986/frontier-utah-as-seen-by-mormon-bishop-documentary-photographer
documentarians USA
https://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2017/05/04/
the-power-of-photography-for-teenage-documentarians/
USA > document
UK
https://www.theguardian.com/culture/gallery/2016/sep/13/
jack-london-the-paths-men-take-photographs-book
Gilman Paper Company Collection of photographs
USA
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/03/17/
arts/design/17gilm.html
photo studio
exhibition UK
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2013/jul/05/
family-of-man-photography-edward-steichen
Flickr
online photo management and
sharing application.
Show off your favorite photos and videos to the world
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https://www.theguardian.com/technology/instagram
http://www.npr.org/sections/itsallpolitics/2015/09/03/
436923997/instagram-the-new-political-war-room
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/10/arts/design/
instagram-takes-on-growing-role-in-the-art-market.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/16/fashion/
your-instagram-picture-worth-a-thousand-ads.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/06/18/arts/design/
sharing-cultural-jewels-via-instagram.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/04/10/fashion/
fashion-in-the-age-of-instagram.html
http://www.theguardian.com/cities/2014/feb/06/
urban-instagram-photographers-you-should-follow
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2013/11/
charles_dharapak_instagrams_fr.html
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2013/apr/29/
instagram-facebook-photo-sharing-site
http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/us-news-blog/2013/feb/05/
instagram-users-fightback-stolen-photos
http://dealbook.nytimes.com/2012/04/09/
facebook-buys-instagram-for-1-billion/
Picasa
a software download from Google
that helps you organize, edit,
and share your photos
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Picasa
http://picasa.google.com/
LyveHome
https://www.mylyve.com/lyvehome
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/05/15/
technology/personaltech/a-cloud-free-way-to-organize-your-far-flung-photos.html
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Arts > Photography
Scratching Under the Vinyl Era
November 8, 2010
The New York Times
By TIM ARANGO
The images have been scattered about in dusty and moldy
warehouses, relics of the pre-Internet age when photography was integral to
selling music, and the photographers — names like Irving Penn, Annie Leibovitz,
Lee Friedlander and Robert Mapplethorpe — went on to become nearly as famous as
the subjects they captured and defined.
“Every day is like, what am I going to find today?” said Grayson Dantzic, the
archivist for Atlantic Records in New York. With colleagues at Warner Music
Group, Atlantic’s parent, he is part of an ambitious project to recover the
company’s story — and a good chunk of American cultural history as well — by
excavating the contents of nearly 100,000 boxes from warehouses around the
globe, whose accumulated photographs and other memorabilia track popular music
from the Edwardian and Victorian ages to disco and jazz, from Beethoven to Miles
Davis.
In an industry whose product is now compressed into tidy digital bits, the
project is an exercise in record-keeping that is partly motivated by the
urgencies of economics. The material is potentially quite valuable, and the
company is searching for ways to make money from it, through high-end art books,
sales to collectors and applications for iPads.
The project is also a story of what media companies have left behind as they
increasingly move to digital formats, a reconfiguring that has upended the
economics of the business.
“I wanted to take an inventory of what we had,” said Edgar Bronfman Jr., the
chairman and chief executive of the Warner Music Group. “We thought it was
important from an artistic standpoint, from a corporate culture standpoint and
potentially from a consumer standpoint.”
Mr. Bronfman, who calls the project “Sight of Sound,” added: “I think there’s
the potential to make money. It’s indefinable.”
The archive project may also be instructive for reintegrating visual art into
music marketing.
“Visual art has historically been a powerful component that deepens fans’ music
experience,” said Will Tanous, an executive vice president at Warner who is
overseeing the project. “We lost that in recent years. But with today’s emerging
digital platforms, we have the opportunity to inspire a renaissance in visual
art associated with music.”
After Mr. Bronfman and investors bought the company in 2004 from Time Warner, it
took a few years for executives to realize what the company had in storage under
Time Warner’s name, and they sent lawyers to the former owners to secure
permission to release the materials.
In close to a year of digging, the company has only pricked the surface: there
are still 14,000 boxes in New Jersey alone that haven’t been touched, and tens
of thousands more elsewhere in the United States and abroad in places like
Brazil, Japan and Australia.
Warner Music traces its corporate lineage back to 1811 through its ownership of
the music publisher Warner Chappell, whose business then was selling sheet music
and the machines to play it: pianos. Among the finds is a black-and-white photo
of a Chappell piano being delivered to Buckingham Palace. Songbooks dating to
the 1830s are among the oldest items. More recent materials include drawings by
Maurice Sendak, who produced cover art for Elektra Records before he became
famous as a children’s illustrator; a hand-written history of Atlantic Records
by its co-founder Ahmet Ertegun; and recording contracts for some titans of
American music.
“Aretha’s contract is right there,” said Mr. Dantzic, referring to Aretha
Franklin and pointing to a box on a shelf above his computer. In another box is
Ray Charles’s original recording contract, signed with an ‘X.’ In a separate
office is a piano from the 1920s that George Gershwin played, come upon in a
cluttered storage area.
A photocopy of a letter from Beethoven to a former pupil recommending Chappell
as a music publisher, dated 1819, has sent Warner’s archivists digging for the
valuable original.
But the bulk of the delights — of potential value to high-end collectors — are
the rock and jazz photographs, including a series of unpublished black-and-white
shots of Led Zeppelin in the studio in 1969 by Jim Cummins. The intimate
collection by Mr. Cummins, who was an Atlantic photographer, portrays a group of
young rockers before they became hugely famous and includes a rare image of
Robert Plant, the band’s singer, playing the acoustic guitar.
“There was a real sense of documentation back then,” said Bob Kaus, an Atlantic
executive who is involved in the project. “Music and art really go together.”
Among other images Mr. Dantzic displayed recently were platinum palladium prints
Penn took of Miles Davis; New Orleans jazz photos from the 1950s by Mr.
Friedlander, whose work is currently on display at the Whitney Museum of
American Art in New York; a contact sheet of Ms. Leibovitz’s images of Ms.
Franklin at the Fillmore West in 1971, as well as a collection of shots of the
same event taken by Jim Marshall, the rock photographer who died this year.
(Photography aficionados will enjoy an image Mr. Marshall took of Ms.
Leibovitz.) Materials related to some of Mapplethorpe’s early days as a
photographer for Elektra in the 1970s — he shot at least one album cover for the
band Television — are being sought in an archive on the West Coast.
Before the Internet, photography was so much a part of selling music that record
companies spared little expense to hire photographers to shoot album covers and
document a band’s work, on the road and in the studio. Today that documentation
occurs, but often by the bands themselves, with flip cameras and mobile phones.
The vinyl record, in effect, provided a large canvas for a photographer — a
surface made smaller with the advent of the compact disc, and virtually
non-existent in today’s world of digital downloads.
“I’ve had my ego stroked a lot,” said Mr. Cummins, who recalled entering record
stores and seeing his work on giant displays. “You were definitely an integral
part of what was done.”
Jac Holzman, who founded Warner’s Elektra Records 60 years ago, was a pioneer in
integrating visual art and popular music — and documenting the artistic process
at every stage, including the marketing and business aspects. When the company
placed a billboard for the Doors on the Sunset Strip in Los Angeles in the
1960s, the Doors were on hand, and Mr. Holzman made sure it was all
photographed.
“We were all adept at photography,” Mr. Holzman said. “Any employee who would be
at a session was given a camera. I never went to a session without a camera.”
These days “you don’t have the canvas to show your work,” said Neal Preston, a
photographer who worked for Atlantic in the 1970s and whose own images of Led
Zeppelin and others from that era have been uncovered in the archive project.
“There is a deep connection for a lot of us in terms of what an album cover
means to us emotionally,” he said. “It goes hand in hand with the music. At
least it used to.”
Mr. Preston spent years on the road with bands, photographing fly-on-the-wall
moments at the behest of Atlantic Records.
“These jobs aren’t given out anymore,” he said. “Bands and labels don’t want to
spend the money.”
Lisa Tanner was hired as a photographer by Atlantic in the late 1970s when she
was just 17, and hit the road with bands like the Rolling Stones, Foreigner and
Yes.
“You just sort of hung out,” she said, “and waited for a moment to happen.” .
Scratching Under the
Vinyl Era,
NYT,
8.11.2010,
https://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/09/
arts/music/09archive.html
News Photos, on the Move,
Make News
February 2, 2010
The New York Times
By RANDY KENNEDY
In the middle of December two trailer trucks left New York
City bound for Austin, Tex., packed with a precious and unusual cargo: the
entire collection of pictures amassed over more than half a century by the
Magnum photo cooperative, whose members have been among the world’s most
distinguished photojournalists.
It is one of the most important photography archives of the 20th century,
consisting of more than 180,000 images known as press prints, the kind of prints
once made by the collective to circulate to magazines and newspapers. They are
marked on their reverse sides with decades of historical impasto — stamps,
stickers and writing chronicling their publication histories — that speaks to
their role in helping to create the collective photo bank of modern culture.
“The trucks had GPS, and I was so nervous, I was tracking every single second of
the trip,” Mark Lubell, Magnum’s director, said.
Since Magnum’s founding in 1947 by Robert Capa, Henri Cartier-Bresson, George
Rodger, David Seymour and William Vandivert, the prints have always been kept at
the agency’s headquarters, which has moved around Manhattan. But like many other
photo agencies Magnum began digitally scanning its archive many years ago, and
in 2006, the cooperative’s membership voted to begin exploring a sale, whose
proceeds would be used to help reinvent Magnum for a new age.
Then last year, after discussions between Mr. Lubell and various scholarly
institutions around the country, the archive was quietly sold to MSD Capital,
the private investment firm for the family of Michael S. Dell, the computer
tycoon. And the new owners have reached an agreement with the Harry Ransom
Center at the University of Texas at Austin to place it there, for study and
exhibition, for at least the next five years. It will be the first time that the
archive, which for the last several years had been crowded onto shelves at
Magnum’s modest offices on West 25th Street, will be accessible to scholars and
the public.
Thomas F. Staley, the director of the Ransom Center — which has become well
known for its collections of the papers of writers like Edgar Allan Poe, James
Joyce and Don DeLillo — said that it planned to scan every image (Magnum itself
has scanned fewer than half), to begin historical research and to organize
exhibitions centered on portions of the archive.
“It catches so many of the world’s great photojournalists in one fell swoop,”
Mr. Staley said. “These were the best of the best in their field. We want to
make it a research collection. We want to bring scholars in to work in it, time
and time again.”
Neither Magnum nor MSD — made up of Mr. Dell and two managing partners, Glenn R.
Fuhrman and John C. Phelan, both well-known art collectors — would comment about
the price of the sale, which included only the prints. (The image rights will be
retained by the collective’s photographers and their estates.) But a person with
knowledge of the transaction, who was not authorized to discuss it and spoke on
the condition of anonymity, said the Ransom Center had insured the collection
for more than $100 million.
The Magnum archive joins a parade of other collections of vintage photographic
prints, including those of The New York Times and the National Geographic
Society, that have changed hands in the past few years, as publications and
photo agencies, moving aggressively to digitization, have realized they are
sitting on valuable historical property.
Like other photo agencies, Magnum has seen its fortunes decline in recent years,
along with those of the magazines and newspapers that once published the work of
its photographers more regularly. The best known of these pictures went on to
have long financial afterlives, thanks to licensing agreements that placed them
everywhere from television to books and Web sites. But in a world of
camera-phone images, bloggers and inexpensive photojournalism flooding the
Internet, the cooperative’s finances have suffered.
“You could see the handwriting on the wall,” said Mr. Lubell, who took over as
director six years ago, “and the handwriting was shrinking and shrinking.” With
the proceeds from the sale the agency — which represents the work of 13 estates
and 51 current members, including well-known photographers like Bruce Davidson,
Eve Arnold, Susan Meiselas, Martin Parr and Alec Soth — will try to recreate
itself as a media entity on the Web, relying less on publications and more on
its ability to tell its own stories of world events and trends.
The earliest pictures in the archive date from before Magnum’s founding, to the
work of photographers like Capa during the Spanish Civil War. The latest are
from 1998, when the cooperative stopped using press prints as a way to circulate
its images. In between those years are images that make it seem as if a Magnum
photographer was present at almost every significant world event — D-Day, the
civil rights movement, the rise of Fidel Castro — and also around to capture
almost every celebrity and newsmaker: Gandhi, Monroe, Sinatra, Kennedy, Ali.
“For prints that worked this hard and traveled this much, they’re really in
quite good condition,” Mr. Lubell said.
And they are relics from an age of photography that has now almost fully passed.
“Given the technical changes that have taken place in the world of photography,
including the digitization of images,” Mr. Fuhrman of MSD Capital, said in a
statement, “a collection of prints like these will never exist again.”
News Photos, on the
Move, Make News, NYT, 2.2.2010,
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/02/arts/design/02magnum.html
Art Review
America, Captured in a Flash
September 25, 2009
The New York Times
By HOLLAND COTTER
Like probably a zillion other school kids, “My country tears of thee” was the
way I understood the first line of “America.” Maybe that’s the way the
Swiss-born photographer Robert Frank heard it too when he came to the United
States from Europe in 1947, at 22, with English his second, third or fourth
language.
Sadness seems to trickle through the 83 photographs in his classic 1959 book,
“The Americans,” his disturbed and mournful song-of-the-road portrait of a new
homeland and the subject of a 50th-anniversary exhibition now at the
Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Once rejected for its pessimism, now sanctified for its political prescience,
the book distills heartache, anger, fear, loneliness and occasional joy into a
brew that has changed flavor with time but stayed potent. You may not know
exactly what you’re imbibing when you pick up “The Americans” for the first
time, or when you visit the Met show, but a few pictures in, and you’re hooked.
Some images you will recognize even if you never knew where they came from: a
shot of a woman standing in an apartment window, her face hidden by a windblown
American flag; a middle-aged black woman, maybe a nurse, holding a baby with
skin so pale it looks extraterrestrial.
Mr. Frank took those pictures in Hoboken, N.J., and Charleston, S.C. The
photograph used on the cover of the book’s first American edition was from New
Orleans. It’s an exterior shot of a trolley car seen from the side, its
passengers seated in the social order that prevailed in a pre-civil-rights,
pre-feminist, pre-youth-culture nation.
From left to right we see, one behind the other, a white man, a white woman, a
white boy, a white girl, a black man, a black woman. The white woman looks with
sharp-eyed suspicion at the camera; the white boy, impassive but curious, sees
it too; so does the black man, who seems to be on the verge of tears.
I’m reading feelings in here, but I think Mr. Frank was reading them into his
subjects, which is why his pictures, separately and together, feel so personally
laden. At this point, in 1955, he was on the first leg of a transcontinental car
trip that would last 10 months and take him 10,000 miles. He was still learning
the American language, the language of race and class, a stranger in a strange
land that was getting more baffling.
How did he come to be there? Born in a German Jewish family in Zurich in 1924,
he was interested in picture making early on. He apprenticed with several
leading local photographers in his teens; in his early 20s he was doing
promising work, examples of which are in the Met show. But he was
temperamentally restless and impulsive. He needed to leave home, so he headed
for New York.
He was restless there too. He landed a job at Harper’s Bazaar and quickly
ditched it. He left for a photography jaunt to Central and South America, came
back to New York, got married, had a child, went to France and Spain for a
spell, returned to New York again, had another child.
Socially, his impulsiveness worked for him. He was good at introducing himself
to people. That’s how he met Edward Steichen, then curator of photography at the
Museum of Modern Art, and how he later met Walker Evans, who hired him as an
assistant and more or less arranged for him to get a Guggenheim fellowship in
1955. That gave Mr. Frank enough money to travel the country, photographing as
he went, with the goal of producing a book.
He made three separate car trips of different lengths, the first from New York
to Detroit, the second from New York to Savannah, Ga. The third trip, in a
secondhand Ford Business Coupe, was the big one. It took him, with many stops,
through the Deep South and Texas to Los Angeles. There, joined by his family, he
took a breather before heading back east alone, through Montana to Chicago, then
to New York.
The New Orleans picture came fairly early in this trip. It was a miracle that he
got it. He was focused on shooting a parade when he suddenly swung around, and
there was the trolley. Many pictures happened that way. He was in the right
place at the right time, but he also had the right reflexes, a dancer’s
combination of precision and abandon. And he had the right instincts or, maybe,
attitude. For some people a camera is armor. For Mr. Frank it was an antenna, a
feeling and thinking device.
Once back in New York at the end of his travel year, he carried his instincts
and reflexes into the darkroom and onto the editing table. From the many
thousands of pictures he had snapped, he made hundreds of contact sheets; the
Met has a fascinating selection. And from these he pulled around a thousand
working prints, which he tacked to his studio walls and slowly, slowly whittled
down to 100, to 95, to 86, to 83.
That final selection forms the bulk of the show “Looking In: Robert Frank’s ‘The
Americans,’ ” which was organized by Sarah Greenough, senior curator of
photographs at the National Gallery of Art in Washington, and Jeff L. Rosenheim
of the Met’s photography department. As in the book, the sequence begins with
the Hoboken flag and unfolds in four sections, distinguished by mood and tempo.
Images of flags, cars and jukeboxes set up a light, steady under-beat for
recurring character types: socialites and politicians, bikers and retirees,
urban cowboys, hot-to-trot teenagers and just plain folks. A starlet in
Hollywood strikes a pose; three drag queens vamp on a New York City street. A
hard-eyed waitress glares into space; a hotel elevator attendant dreams a
pensive dream as people in furs and suits blur past her.
Occasionally figures appear in landscapes, as in an image of an itinerant
preacher kneeling, robed in white, beside the Mississippi River. Just as often,
landscapes are all but empty. A Montana mining town seen from a window looks
blasted and abandoned; a stretch of New Mexican highway, shot from ground-level,
road-kill perspective, is a blank line to the horizon until you spot a speck of
a car.
A similar road appears in another photograph, though here the car is parked
right in front of us, its headlights on. Through the windshield we see dim
figures — Mr. Frank’s first wife, Mary, and their two children — bundled
together for warmth. Whether they are asleep or sitting in open-eyed exhaustion
is hard to say, they are so shadowy, so near but so far away.
Theirs is the concluding image in “The Americans,” and it is true to the spirit
of the sequence as a whole. It is not a perfect picture in any conventional way.
Its balances are odd; its atmosphere is blurry and grainy, as if with static or
dust. Like many of Mr. Frank’s pictures, it isn’t about an event but about an
uncertain moment between events, when emotional guards are down, and dark
feelings can flow in. In the way a film still does, it seems to call for a
larger narrative to make sense. (In 1958 Mr. Frank announced that he was giving
up still photography for films, and he made many.)
The ostensibly throwaway style of this and other pictures had a huge influence,
from the 1960s forward, on young artists who understood that traditional models
of resolution and wholeness, in art as in life, are unstable, if not illusory.
That “The Americans” could embody this concept while being a virtuosic feat of
formal discipline and psychic endurance only increased its exemplary status,
except perhaps to Mr. Frank himself, now 84, whose attitude toward his book has
tended to grow more antagonistic with its critical and commercial success.
And how does the “The Americans” come across today? In the nominally post-racial
Obama era, its political urgencies feel less immediate than they once did, but
also prophetic. Its mournful tenderness, without being sentimental, seems deeper
than ever. The days and nights it records are more than a half-century gone. The
preacher, the nurse, the woman hidden by the flag, the sharp-eyed woman and the
tearful black man on the trolley are, you imagine, gone.
What’s left is a still-strange country and a book of pictures by a foreigner who
came to America impulsively, traveled our roads restlessly, and by not fully
knowing our language heard it correctly and told us, the way we could not,
truths about ourselves.
“Looking In: Robert Frank’s ‘The Americans’ ”
remains through Jan. 3
at the
Metropolitan Museum of Art;
(212) 535-7710, metmuseum.org.
America, Captured in a
Flash,
NYT, 25.9.2009,
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/25/arts/design/25frank.html
Faked Photographs:
Look, and Then Look Again
August 23, 2009
The New York Times
By BILL MARSH
What a marvel the first photographic images must have been to their
early-19th-century viewers — the crisp, unassailable reality of scenes and
events, unfiltered by an artist’s paintbrush or point of view.
And what an opportunity for manipulation. It didn’t take long for schemers to
discover that with a little skill and imagination, photographic realism could be
used to create manufactured realities.
“The very nature of photography was to record events,” said Hany Farid, a
professor of computer science at Dartmouth University and a detective of
photographic fakery. “You’d think there would have been a grace period of
respect for this new technology.”
But the tampering began almost immediately: affixing Lincoln’s head to another
politician’s more regally posed body; re-arranging the grim detritus of Civil
War battlefields to be better composed for the camera; erasing political
enemies.
Sorting icons of truth from icons of propaganda is often a thorny business that
can take decades to resolve, and that’s if it gets resolved. The long-argued
case of Robert Capa’s shocking “Falling Soldier” of 1936, taken during the
Spanish Civil War, has recently flared again. Is this a loyalist soldier in his
fatal moment, or is it staged? A Spanish researcher has scrutinized the terrain
in the photo’s background and determined that it is not an area near Cerro
Muriano, as Capa had said, but another spot, about 35 miles away. Whether this
forces the conclusion that the scene was acted out is being debated with fresh
vigor. (Critics have raised doubts about the photo since the 1970s.)
Questions dogged Joe Rosenthal’s Pulitzer Prize-winning shot of Marines raising
the flag at Iwo Jima from the start — the result of a conversation overheard and
misunderstood, according to Hal Buell, who wrote a book about the image.
The photo was a sensation when it appeared in newspapers in the States. Back on
the war front, someone asked Mr. Rosenthal if his picture had been staged. The
photographer, who did not know which frame had been published, said yes —
referring to a different picture of those same Marines whooping it up for the
camera at Mr. Rosenthal’s request.
Time magazine prepared an article about the alleged set-up that was never
published, but details leaked out and went viral in the manner of the day. Mr.
Buell, the retired head of the Associated Press photo service, says that despite
film of the whole event proving the authenticity of Mr. Rosenthal’s work, a
whiff of controversy stubbornly lives on.
One famous photo has been subject to a mundane form of fakery that it can’t seem
to shake, years later. The photographer John Paul Filo caught the death of a
Kent State student and the anguished reaction it provoked in a young bystander,
and won the Pulitzer Prize for it. But the editors of Life magazine saw room for
improvement, removing a post from behind the bystander’s head to tidy things up
a bit.
The altered image has been published and republished, Mr. Filo lamented, despite
his protests. “The picture keeps on living and working,” he said.
Here is a gallery of historic images, identified by Dr. Farid and other sources,
that have been manipulated or accused of being frauds.
Faked Photographs: Look,
and Then Look Again, NYT, 23.8.2009,
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/23/weekinreview/23marsh.html
The Faces in the South Bronx Rubble
August 23, 2009
The New York Times
By DAVID GONZALEZ
By the rivers of Babylon
There we sat down and wept
When we remembered Zion.
Psalm 137
THE afternoon sun dipped low over the empty lots around Charlotte Street.
There in the long shadows stood three boys against a backdrop of smashed bricks,
crumpled beer cans and a busted bike wheel. Behind them, past the tall weeds of
this urban prairie, loomed decrepit apartment buildings.
Yet the trio were grinning, their faces friendly, even goofy. Look closer at the
picture and you can see why they smile: A scrawny mutt’s snout peeks out from
their huddle.
Thirty years ago this summer, I returned to the South Bronx, where I grew up,
with a Yale diploma in one hand and a beat-up Pentax camera in the other. Raised
to get a good education, become a doctor and escape, I had instead come right
back to teach photography — on Charlotte Street, no less, the world’s most
famous slum.
In the four years I had been away, the South Bronx had gone from anonymous to
notorious, a brand name for urban decay and despair. The landscape of my
childhood had vanished, its buildings abandoned, stripped and incinerated.
Private tragedies became public humiliation in 1977. Howard Cosell damned the
place, declaring, “The Bronx is burning,” as the cameras showed fires flickering
beyond Yankee Stadium. Looters picked clean Tremont Avenue’s stores during that
summer’s blackout. President Jimmy Carter made an obligatory pilgrimage — as
Ronald Reagan would during his campaign in 1980 — for a photo-op amid the
rubble.
The only way I could even try to confront this confusion was to slice it up into
snapshots, each frame giving the illusion of a neat answer to inexplicable
questions. For five years, I wandered from Fordham Road to Mott Haven, taking
thousands of pictures in parks, street fairs, stores and even empty lots.
The negatives ended up stuffed in a closet. And the South Bronx was quietly
transformed in the late 1980s by community campaigns that created new homes,
community gardens and smaller schools. I became a journalist and traveled to
Latin America, where I confronted poverty that made New York’s worst look tame.
But I always came back to the Bronx. I have spent much of my professional life
chronicling the same streets I photographed as a young man. Six years ago, I
moved back for good, with my wife and son. Some people thought I was crazy;
cynics swore it hadn’t changed much from the Bad Old Days of 1979.
This year, I dug out the old pictures. The images may be black and white, but to
look back upon them now is to discover that their secrets are revealed in shades
of gray. In a landscape that was written off as uninhabitable — if not
unsalvageable — you can see creativity, faith and even a kind of innocence.
Click. In the middle of a Mott Haven street, a lone couple hugs tightly and
twirls to the music of an unseen orchestra. Squeegee boys dart out among the
land yachts rolling off the Deegan to cadge a quick quarter.
Click. A couple with faces etched by lines depicting a tough journey rest for a
moment, she with her groceries and he with a beer. An artist fills an abandoned
building with lithe torsos made from the charred wood that had choked its
apartments. A blind guitarist sings boleros from a faraway island.
The Bad Old Days?
Where some saw only rubble, life persisted in all of its ordinary glory. Where
many fled in despair, others made a valiant stand. And where outsiders trembled,
those who knew what this had been — and might one day become — clung to an
affection that defied all logic.
•
Click.
Youngsters scramble about a schoolyard, a jumble of shapes and shadows. Close
up, one plays with a toy gun. Now, look past him, beyond the fence.
Desolation.
Community School 61 was about the only occupied building on Charlotte Street
when I arrived in September 1979 to teach photography. It was an old-style
red-brick schoolhouse, unlike the Brutalist concrete learning factories that had
become popular that decade.
The classroom overlooked a heartbreaking panorama of rubble, on streets that had
incongruous names like Suburban or Home. One week, a Hollywood film crew
descended on a nearby block and built a wood-frame church. Just as quickly, they
torched it, so it could serve as a suitably charred ruin for their movie,
“Wolfen.”
The plot revolved around wolves reclaiming the urban wasteland. Right. Then
again, if wolves had actually roamed this area centuries before, one could see
why they were upset with how things had turned out.
Some afternoons, buses rolled down the street and unloaded their nervous cargo.
One by one, tourists stepped out, snapped a few frames of the devastation and
retreated to the safety of their seats behind tinted windows. Off they went,
with snapshots that became props for their tales of derring-do back home.
The pictures taken by my students were anything but despairing. They clicked
happily away in the schoolyard, acting out superhero stories. They snapped their
mothers cooking or their kid sisters sleeping. On Halloween, they ran around in
costumes improvised from baggy skirts and jackets, their faces hidden behind
Groucho glasses.
Before the devastation, this neighborhood had been a familiar backdrop to my own
childhood. A music shop where my father bought guitar strings was on Southern
Boulevard. The furniture store where he paid his weekly tribute for our
plastic-covered sectional sofa was on Prospect Avenue. The five and dime where
my mother worked the lunch counter was on Westchester Avenue.
No matter how far north or west my family moved to outrun the fires, we kept
going back to the South Bronx. When we lived north of Crotona Park we trekked
past Boston Road to visit friends and relatives on our old block on Beck Street.
Halfway between these two neighborhoods, on Southern Boulevard, was the Freeman
Theater, which featured musicals by Mexico’s singing cowboy, Antonio Aguilar. To
a boy like me, raised watching the broken-English bumbling of mustachioed
banditos, Aguilar was a revelation. The Mexicans were the good guys, and Aguilar
was the most heroic of the bunch, proudly singing atop his noble steed. In
Spanish.
Freeman, indeed.
•
The Freeman went dark in the 1970s and was sealed shut with bricks. The blocks
around it grew silent, too, as people left and buildings crumbled. Yet the South
Bronx was anything but quiet. Fire alarms and sirens became so frequent that a
friend joked that you could dance to their frenzied rhythm.
The Walkman was born the year I returned, 1979, but no one wanted a private
soundtrack. Music was communal, binding rebellious teenagers or nostalgic
parents. This was the granddaddy of file sharing: blast it out on the streets.
Old men with accordions and guitars would set up outside bodegas, playing for
beer and companionship. Teenagers with boom boxes perched atop one shoulder like
a bazooka bopped onto subway trains, drowning out the noise of grinding wheels
as the No. 5 train made its tight turn onto Westchester Avenue.
Down by the Hub, the commercial crossroads where several streets cut through
Third Avenue, loose-limbed dancers with fat-laced Puma sneakers and helmetlike
Kangol caps ruled the streets and playgrounds. Felt letters on sweatshirts
declared their allegiances — Rock Steady Crew, Rockwell Association — announcing
to the world the nascent B-boy culture that would help launch hip-hop’s global
assault.
Inside a graffiti-slathered storefront — where a spray-painted gravedigger
walked among the tombstones — B-boys and graffiti writers from the Bronx mingled
with artists and writers from downtown. This common ground was Fashion Moda, an
alternative gallery that became world famous.
The South Bronx was abuzz with creativity, even as policymakers wrote it off.
City officials suggested a policy of gradually cutting services to the worst
neighborhoods. They called it planned shrinkage. It sounded more like thinning
out your family by feeding the kids less each day.
Small surprise that the art from that era mocked the conventional wisdom. Along
Charlotte Street, an artist wrote BROKEN PROMISES on the same buildings that
served as stage sets for politicians who visited to troll for votes.
Inside a tenement near the Hub, a sculptor repopulated the building with figures
made from garbage. The effect was startling: sticklike phantasms leaned against
walls. Their heads were cardboard boxes, painted with big eyes and fierce teeth,
like a shaman’s mask. Instead of incense to invoke the spirits, there was the
pungent funk of mold and garbage, mixed with the burnt aroma of arsons past.
•
A guitarist, his face obscured by sunglasses and a hat, croons tropical love
songs outside a shoe store. Behind him, a mannequin’s arm lifts her skirt,
frozen in a pirouette. In case passers-by were unmoved by the music, his guitar
was emblazoned with “I Am Blind.”
Click.
He was El Cieguito de Lares — the Little Blind Guy from Lares. His Puerto Rican
birthplace was where islanders rebelled against Spain in 1868. It was fitting
that he was on Fordham Road, since that was the Bronx’s Maginot Line, where
businesses, not bunkers, would stop the creeping tide of arson.
Unlike Tremont Avenue, which had been picked clean by looters, Fordham Road
bustled. The movie theaters had yet to be converted into discount clothing
stores. Alexander’s — its huge sign immortalized in the opening moments of “The
Wanderers” — stood sentry.
A few bookstores managed to stay open, as did some old-style candy stores with
fountains. Old Irish ladies with no-nonsense cloth coats, and Jewish ones with
babushkas and beat-up sandals, chatted in the vest-pocket park across the street
from Cye Wells, which probably clothed their sons.
Lapels were wide and pointed, shirts were tight and garish, and none had a
strand of natural fiber. Halfway up the Concourse from Alexander’s, a barber did
brisk business giving young men identical Tony Manero disco haircuts, kept
shell-hard with hot blasts from a dryer and dizzying clouds of hair spray.
Yet on the edges of this world were troubling signs. At playgrounds near Webster
Avenue or parks on Jerome Avenue, young men rushed up to strangers whispering,
“Pillow, sess, nickels and treys,” as they offered fat little manila envelopes
stuffed with pot. Some sales were finalized in restrooms, with the seller
offering a free hit.
The fires that everybody worried would rip past Fordham Road never happened — at
least not the ones that incinerated buildings. Within a decade, thousands of
smaller fires — the kind that set rocks of crack aglow — exacted a deadlier
price.
•
“Hey, mista! Take a pickcha!”
Five boys jostled into the frame, all faces and hands, plastic water pistols
jutting out at odd angles. Minutes later, four girls stood in the same spot,
smiling coquettishly.
Those two pictures were taken on Aug. 10, 1979 — the day I turned 22 — as my
friend Rafa Ramirez and I spent an afternoon at a Mott Haven street fair showing
off the work of other Puerto Rican photographers. We did this a lot, bringing
art to the people as part of our work with En Foco, the Latino photographers’
group that had hired me to teach at C.S. 61.
The children we encountered that day were like so many others from those years.
They would ask — if not demand — that you take their picture. They all had their
poses, filled with mock bravado or impish charm.
I have no idea what became of them. Maybe the boys got caught up in the insane
violence that swept the area when crack wars broke out on those same streets,
riddling hallways and passers-by with volleys of bullets. Maybe the girls became
mothers before they became high school graduates.
Then again, maybe not.
The projects and tenements that lined those streets were home — even in the Bad
Old Days — to people who worked and studied. Others might find it hard to
believe, but lawyers and doctors came from there. Yes, there was poverty and
violence. But there was also life that defied death.
Of all the stories told by these images, there is one that runs through all of
them — my own. They chronicle how I made peace with the past as I figured out
the future.
In the Bad Old Days of 1979, I was an exile in the land of my birth, ashamed of
my neighborhood and myself. When my father died the next year, one of his
friends quietly asked me at the wake, “How’s medical school?” — stunning me with
the realization that Papi never had the heart to admit I had forsaken medicine
for photography.
Three decades later, I’m still making pictures, with both words and cameras. The
landscape is cleaner and safer. For sure, money, health and hope can be in short
supply on some blocks.
But life lingers. Kids play in the street. Music blares from windows. And while
new faces are in old buildings, a few people still remember me. At churches
where I once fidgeted in pews, I drop in for morning Mass, the priest nodding at
me from the altar as I settle in.
Click.
A battered trash can rests outside 858 Beck Street, below the window that was my
— and my parents’ — room. My earliest memory is of sitting on the floor right by
that window. I couldn’t see the garbage. I was too entranced by Papi playing his
guitar.
Whether through sheer luck or providence, the buildings from my childhood
survived the 1970s crucible. Some days, I can drive through every neighborhood I
ever called home, knowing that by the end of my journey, I am happily and
exactly where I should be.
In the Bronx.
The Faces in the South
Bronx Rubble, NYT, 22.8.2009,
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/23/nyregion/23bronx.html
Images, the Law and War
May 17, 2009
The New York Times
By ADAM LIPTAK
WASHINGTON — It was a hypothetical question in a Supreme Court argument, and
it was posed almost 40 years ago. But it managed to anticipate and in some ways
to answer President Obama’s argument for withholding photographs showing the
abuse of prisoners in Iraq and Afghanistan.
What if, Justice Potter Stewart asked a lawyer for The New York Times in the
Pentagon Papers case in 1971, a disclosure of sensitive information in wartime
“would result in the sentencing to death of 100 young men whose only offense had
been that they were 19 years old and had low draft numbers?” The Times’s lawyer,
Alexander M. Bickel, tried to duck the question, but the justice pressed him:
“You would say that the Constitution requires that it be published and that
these men die?”
Mr. Bickel yielded, to the consternation of allies in the case. “I’m afraid,” he
said, “that my inclinations of humanity overcome the somewhat more abstract
devotion to the First Amendment.”
And there it was: an issue as old as democracy in wartime, and as fresh as the
latest dispute over pictures showing abuse of prisoners in the 21st century. How
much potential harm justifies suppressing facts, whether from My Lai or Iraq,
that might help the public judge the way a war is waged in its name?
The exchange also contained more than a hint of the court’s eventual calculus:
The asserted harm can’t be vague or speculative; it must be immediate and
concrete. It must be the sort of cost that gives a First Amendment lawyer pause.
As it happened, Mr. Bickel’s response outraged the American Civil Liberties
Union and other allies of the newspaper in the Pentagon Papers case, which
concerned the Nixon administration’s attempt to prevent publication of a secret
history of the Vietnam War. They disavowed Mr. Bickel’s answer and said the
correct response was, “painfully but simply,” that free people are entitled to
evaluate evidence concerning the government’s conduct for themselves.
Which is a good summary of the interest on the other side: Scrutiny of abuses by
the government enhances democracy because it promotes accountability and prompts
reform.
Justice William O. Douglas, in a 1972 dissent in a case about Congressional
immunity, described his view of the basic dynamic. “As has been revealed by such
exposés as the Pentagon Papers, the My Lai massacres, the Gulf of Tonkin
‘incident,’ and the Bay of Pigs invasion,” he wrote, “the government usually
suppresses damaging news but highlights favorable news.”
Indeed, the Nixon administration successfully opposed the use of the Freedom of
Information Act to obtain the release of documents and photographs concerning
the killings of hundreds of South Vietnamese civilians in 1968 at My Lai. (The
decision led Congress to broaden that law.)
Disclosure of abuses can also provoke a backlash. The indelible images that
emerged from the Vietnam War helped turn the nation against the war, and may
have steeled America’s enemies. And earlier photographs of abuse at the Abu
Ghraib prison in Iraq were used for propaganda and recruitment by insurgents
there.
How, then, to apply the lessons of history and law to the possible disclosure of
additional images of prisoner mistreatment by Americans in the current wars?
On Wednesday, when Mr. Obama announced that the government was withdrawing from
an agreement to comply with court orders requiring release of the images, he
said there was little to learn from them and much to fear. But he offered
speculation on both sides of the balance.
“The publication of these photos would not add any additional benefit to our
understanding of what was carried out in the past by a small number of
individuals,” he said. “In fact, the most direct consequence of releasing them,
I believe, would be to further inflame anti-American opinion and to put our
troops in greater danger.”
The first assertion, which the Bush administration also made, is not universally
accepted. In a 2005 decision ordering the release of the images, Judge Alvin K.
Hellerstein of the Federal District Court in Manhattan said they may provide
insights into whether the abuses shown were indeed isolated and unauthorized.
And the claim that harm would follow disclosure — that terrorists, for example,
would exact revenge — is hard to measure or prove. “The terrorists in Iraq and
Afghanistan do not need pretexts for their barbarism,” Judge Hellerstein wrote.
In the Pentagon Papers case, too, the Supreme Court ruled in favor of
publication, saying, in essence, that speculation about potential harm was not
sufficient.
There are, of course, profound differences between the two cases. One concerned
the constitutionality of a prior restraint against publishing information
already in the hands of the press; the other is about whether civil rights
groups are entitled to obtain materials under the Freedom of Information Act.
But both involve contentions that serious harm would follow from publication.
Justice Stewart’s answer, in his concurrence in the 6-to-3 decision, was that
assertions are not enough. “I cannot say,” he wrote, that disclosure “will
surely result in direct, immediate and irreparable damage to our nation or its
people.” In other contexts, too, the Supreme Court has endorsed limits on speech
only when it would cause immediate and almost certain harm to identifiable
people. More general and diffuse consequences have not done the trick.
In 1949, for instance, the court overturned the disorderly conduct conviction of
a Chicago priest whose anti-Semitic speech at a rally had provoked a hostile
crowd to riot. Free speech, Justice Douglas wrote, “may indeed best serve its
high purpose when it induces a condition of unrest, creates dissatisfaction with
conditions as they are or even stirs people to anger.”
Fear of violence, however, was enough to persuade many people that publication
of cartoons depicting the Prophet Muhammad should be discouraged or forbidden.
Andrew C. McCarthy, a former federal prosecutor who has handled terrorism cases,
said the only prudent course in the current case is to withhold the images. “If
you’re in a war that’s been authorized by Congress, it should be an imperative
to win the war,” he said. “If you have photos that could harm the war effort,
you should delay release of the photos.”
But Jameel Jaffer, a lawyer with the civil liberties union, said history favored
disclosure, citing the 2004 photographs from Abu Ghraib and the 1991 video of
police beating Rodney King in Los Angeles.
But the touchstone remains the Pentagon papers case. It not only framed the
issues, but also created a real-world experiment in consequences.
The government had argued, in general terms, that publication of the papers
would cost American soldiers their lives. The papers were published. What
happened?
David Rudenstine, the dean of the Cardozo Law School and author of “The Day the
Presses Stopped,” a history of the case, said he investigated the aftermath with
an open mind.
“I couldn’t find any evidence whatsoever from any responsible government
official,” he said, “that there was any harm.”
Images, the Law and War,
NYT, 17.5.2009,
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/17/weekinreview/17liptak.html
Helen Levitt,
Who Froze New York Street Life
on Film, Is Dead
at 95
March 30, 2009
The New York Times
By MARGARETT LOKE
Helen Levitt, a major photographer of the 20th century who caught fleeting
moments of surpassing lyricism, mystery and quiet drama on the streets of her
native New York, died in her sleep at her home in Manhattan on Sunday. She was
95.
Her death was confirmed by her brother, Bill Levitt, of Alta, Utah.
Ms. Levitt captured instances of a cinematic and delightfully guileless form of
street choreography that held at its heart, as William Butler Yeats put it, “the
ceremony of innocence.” A man handles garbage-can lids like an exuberant child
imitating a master juggler. Even an inanimate object — a broken record — appears
to skip and dance on an empty street as a child might, observed by a group of
women’s dresses in a shop window.
As marvelous as these images are, the masterpieces in Ms. Levitt’s oeuvre are
her photographs of children living their zesty, improvised lives. A white girl
and a black boy twirl in a dance of their own imagining. Four girls on a
sidewalk turning to stare at five floating bubbles become contrapuntal musical
notes in a lovely minor key.
In Ms. Levitt’s best-known picture, three properly dressed children prepare to
go trick-or-treating on Halloween 1939. Standing on the stoop outside their
house, they are in almost metaphorical stages of readiness. The girl on the top
step is putting on her mask; a boy near her, his mask in place, takes a graceful
step down, while another boy, also masked, lounges on a lower step, coolly
surveying the world.
“At the peak of Helen’s form,” John Szarkowski, former director of the
photography department at the Museum of Modern Art, once said, “there was no one
better.”
The late 1930s and early ’40s, when Ms. Levitt created an astonishing body of
work, was a time when many noted photographers produced stark images to inspire
social change. Ms. Levitt also took her camera to the city’s poorer
neighborhoods, like Spanish Harlem and the Lower East Side, where people treated
their streets as their living rooms and where she showed an unerring instinct
for a street drama’s perfect pitch. In his 1999 biography of Walker Evans, James
R. Mellow wrote that the only photographers Evans “felt had something original
to say were Cartier-Bresson, Helen Levitt and himself.”
Helen Levitt was born on Aug. 31, 1913, in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. Her father,
Sam, a Russian-Jewish immigrant, ran a successful wholesale knit-goods business;
her mother, May, was a bookkeeper before her marriage.
Finding high school unstimulating, Ms. Levitt dropped out during her senior
year. In a 2002 interview with The New York Times in her fourth-floor walk-up
near Union Square, she said that as a young woman she had wanted to do something
in the arts though she could not draw well.
Her mother knew the family of J. Florian Mitchell, a commercial portrait
photographer in the Bronx, and in 1931 Ms. Levitt began to work for him. “I
helped in darkroom printing and developing,” she said. “My salary was six bucks
a week.”
With a used Voigtländer camera, she photographed her mother’s friends. Through
publications and exhibitions, she knew the documentary work of members of the
Film and Photo League and of Cartier-Bresson, Evans and Ben Shahn.
In 1935 she met Cartier-Bresson when he spent a year in New York. On one
occasion she accompanied him when he photographed along the Brooklyn waterfront.
She also trained her eye, she said, by going to museums and art galleries. “I
looked at paintings for composition,” she said. In 1936, she bought a secondhand
Leica, the camera Cartier-Bresson favored.
Two years later, she contacted Evans to show him the photographs she had taken
of children playing in the streets and their buoyantly unrestrained chalk
graffiti. “I went to see him,” she recalled, “the way kids do, and got to be
friends with him.” She helped Evans make prints for his exhibition and book
“American Photographs.”
Both the quintessentially French Cartier-Bresson and the essentially American
Evans influenced Ms. Levitt. Cartier-Bresson had a gift for catching everyday
life in graceful, seemingly transparent flux; Evans had a way of being
sparingly, frontally direct with his commonplace subjects. Ms. Levitt credited
Shahn, whom she had met through Evans, with being a greater influence than
Evans. Photographs Shahn took of life on New York sidewalks in the ’30s have an
unmediated, gritty spontaneity.
James Agee, a good friend, was also a major influence. She had met him through
Evans, who noted, “Levitt’s work was one of James Agee’s great loves, and, in
turn, Agee’s own magnificent eye was part of her early training.”
The kind of pictures Ms. Levitt took demanded a photojournalist’s hair-trigger
reflexes. But photojournalism didn’t interest her. She was too shy, she said,
and lacked the technical proficiency that is a must for any practicing
photojournalist. “I was a lousy technician,” she said. “That part bored me.”
Fortune magazine was the first to publish Ms. Levitt’s work, in its July 1939
issue on New York City. The next year her Halloween picture was included in the
inaugural exhibition of the Museum of Modern Art’s photography department. In
1943 she had her first solo show at the Modern.
To support herself, Ms. Levitt worked as a film editor. Her friend Janice Loeb,
a painter, introduced her to Luis Buñuel, who hired her in the early ’40s to
edit his pro-American propaganda films. By 1949, and for the next decade, Ms.
Levitt was a full-time film editor and director.
With her friends Agee, who was also a film critic, and Ms. Loeb, she started
filming “In the Street” in the mid-’40s. Ms. Loeb was financially well off and
was for a time married to Bill Levitt. Mr. Levitt survives his sister, as do
several nieces and nephews.
“In the Street,” released in 1952, is the way one imagines Ms. Levitt’s
photographs would look if they were to spring to life. The 14-minute documentary
of Spanish Harlem, with a piano playing on the soundtrack, is antic, droll,
artless and dear.
When Ms. Levitt returned to still photography in 1959, it was to work in color;
she was among the first notable photographers to do so. She was helped in this
project by Guggenheim fellowships that she received in 1959 and 1960. But much
of this early color work was lost when her apartment was burglarized in the late
’60s. In the ’90s she gave up color, she said. She had to go to special labs to
get prints made, and the colors weren’t always what she wanted.
Intensely private, Ms. Levitt shunned the limelight and seldom gave interviews.
Comprehensive surveys of her career were held at the Sidney Janis Gallery in New
York in 1980 and at the Laurence Miller Gallery in 1987. But she remained little
known to the general public even as late as 1991, when the first national
retrospective of her work was organized by the San Francisco Museum of Modern
Art and traveled to major museums.
From the 1930s through the 1990s, Ms. Levitt permitted the publication of only a
few books of her images, among them “A Way of Seeing” (Duke University Press,
1965), which includes an essay by Agee; “In the Street: Chalk Drawings and
Messages, New York City, 1938-48” (Duke University Press, 1987); and “Mexico
City” (Norton, 1997), revisiting her one trip abroad.
Recently, though, PowerHouse Books has published several volumes of her work:
“Crosstown” (2001); “Here and There” (2004), black-and-white work not previously
published; “Slide Show” (2005), showcasing her color work; and “Helen Levitt”
(2008).
Ms. Levitt stopped making her own black and white prints in the 1990s, she said,
because of sciatica, which prevented her from standing for long. The sciatica
also made carrying the heavy Leica difficult, and in recent years she used a
small automatic Contax. She had other health problems. Her lungs were scarred by
a near-fatal bout of pneumonia in the 1940s or ’50s, she said. And she was born
with Meniere’s syndrome, an inner-ear disorder. “I have felt wobbly all my
life,” she said.
Changes in neighborhood life also affected her work. “I go where there’s a lot
of activity,” she said. “Children used to be outside. Now the streets are empty.
People are indoors looking at television or something.”
Despite her many pictures of children, she had always been “an animal nut,” Ms.
Levitt said. Driving in New Hampshire in summer 1985, she recalled, she asked a
man near a barn if he had any animals. They’re coming in now to feed, she was
told. Sure enough, an enchanting trio traipsed single file down the country
road: a thoughtful-looking Shetland pony, a sedate sheep and a frisky mountain
goat. She took the picture.
“It was luck,” she said. “Luck, as James Agee said in an essay, is very
important in this kind of stuff.”
Helen Levitt, Who Froze
New York Street Life on Film, Is Dead at 95,
NYT, 30.3.2009,
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/30/arts/design/30levitt.html
Digital photography:
Has it become an obsession?
Everything we do is captured on camera
– and our memories are being superseded
by pixels
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
The Independent
By Michael Bywater
On Boxing Day last year, a distraught traveller posted a cry from the depths
of his heart on the Auckland community website. "I lost an Olympus digital
camera during a trip to Waiheke Island on 29 November," he wrote. "I'm from
overseas and have all my NZ experiences and memories in it."
All my NZ experiences and memories.... We've come a long way. Once, this
unfortunate traveller would have known that his cri de coeur was what
rhetoricians might call a "synecdoche": using the container for the thing
contained. "Pass the milk," we say, when we mean, "Pass the bottle which
contains the milk". Only an über-geek would quibble. The rest of us do it all
the time.
But "memories"? Even the camera companies which have cleverly taken to calling
photographs "memories" know they're pulling a fast one. Photographs aren't
memories; surely they're containers-for-memories, or memory-joggers? Further
down the line, we can say photographs are (or should be) proofs, reports,
records, evidence – they can even be works of art. And in a few, rare,
photographers like Cartier-Bresson, Robert Doisneau or Brassaï, the graphic line
and imagination collide, merge, and produce something new.
But not memories. Thinking of rhetoricians brings to mind the greatest living
practitioner of political rhetoric, the young Jon Favreau, Barack Obama's
speechwriter. And thinking of Obama brings to mind his daughter Malia, who, at
her father's inauguration – one of the most-photographed occasions in history –
could be seen taking photo after photo of famous or cool people, shaking hands
with Dad.
Further back was a woman who appeared to watch the inauguration on the screen of
her camera. She was there. It was real. But perhaps it wasn't really real unless
seen on that great tyrant of our culture: the screen. Doesn't matter what
screen. Doesn't matter how big or how bright or what resolution. If it's not
on-screen, it's not happening.
None of us saw it coming. Twenty-five years ago, when the creatives' favourite
computer, the Apple Mac, was born, the screen was a shy little thing. You turned
it on, did some work, then turned it off again. Writers printed stuff out,
switched off their screens and sent their copy to be typeset. Accountants
transcribed their pencil ledgers into primitive spreadsheets then turned off
their computers and sat back, rubbing their eyes.
And photographers? Photographers didn't turn it on at all; they still did their
work on to silver halides, on film, and in red-light darkrooms. None of us
foresaw a time when almost every human activity would be mediated through the
glowing matrix of an LCD screen. None of us foresaw the time when the world
would become flattened and constrained to the 23-inch rectangle of the
widescreen monitor. None of us saw the loss of texture: of snapshots in
envelopes and flimsy orange negatives, of slides in mounts and finding the
projector and gathering the family. All of us still thought a photograph was
something that followed the event, usually after a week's wait; and most of us
still believed that, without a projector, a photograph was something that could
only be looked at by two or three people at a time.
Over the past decade, though, the photograph has become a commodity; a commodity
that (once you've bought the camera) is more or less free. That, and the equally
unforeseen rise of the net, the speed of broadband, and the fall in the cost of
storage, has meant that this has been the most widely documented decade in human
history.
It's time for a new law. In 1961, Arthur C. Clarke wrote that "any sufficiently
advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic" (to which Larry Niven
responded that any sufficiently advanced magic was indistinguishable from
technology). What has become clear over the past decade is that any sufficiently
cheap technology will become compulsory. Cheap, almost free, digital photography
and cheap, almost free, publishing through the likes of Flickr and MySpace and
YouTube: these have led to the paradigm of human activity as being something
which is verified by being first recorded, then published.
If not... did it happen? Was I really there?
We've even managed to take ourselves out of the necessary loop. Back in the day,
a photograph required focusing, exposure, winding on, taking out of the camera,
a trip to the chemist's, a wait, another trip to the chemist's and, at last, the
chance to see which ones had come out. No longer. On my iPhone I can press a
(virtual) button and the camera will not only take the picture, but will publish
it, instantly, on the social networking site of my choice. I do not even have to
look at it.
The changes brought about by technology have altered more in our culture than
simply making it cheaper and easier to make photographs. One of the many
retrograde steps, under the guise of progress, is that the "decisive moment"
named by Cartier-Bresson and instinctively understood by all photographers (as
opposed to just people-with-cameras) has become next to impossible to do with an
inconspicuous camera. Press the button on an old film camera and the shutter
fired almost instantly. Now, press the button and all sorts of things happen.
There are inexplicable pauses, whining noises, a suspicious, synthesised click
which makes you think it's done so you move the camera, and then, finally, it
takes the snapshot. A good thing they have a screen: at least you can see what
it's actually photographed as opposed to what you wanted it to photograph.
More importantly, perhaps, the nature of the photograph has changed. Its
transience makes it seem less real: press delete and it's gone. The passage of
photons through the lens no longer effects a permanent change. The image is
ultimately disposable. Digital technology's potential for almost infinite
duplication, too, has changed the game. Once there was a thrill in going to a
photography exhibition and seeing pictures "for real" – not printed, but made
from light passing through the original negative and on to paper. Nor does it
feel "real" that the photograph is, like everything else, just another damn
thing on the screen. It has no texture. It doesn't curl in the hand. The head
and shoulders of a love object snipped carefully from a 5x4 print is more real
than the same thing Photoshopped neatly from a jpeg file leaving no trace of its
theft at either end.
Perhaps this is why documentary reportage has almost vanished: the images are no
longer so real, and the making of an image – the idea that something is "worthy"
of an image, which we all instinctively did when we only had 12 or 24 or 36
frames in our cameras – is no longer special. Nor is the idea of the reporter,
the photojournalist, much respected; we are all photojournalists now: citizen
journalists, with opportunities for reproduction and distribution of which the
great smudgers of the past could only dream.
The relationship between image and reality has changed. We no longer read
photographs as texts, but as a commentary on themselves. "Here is proof," says
the photo, "that I was here", but "I" isn't the person who took the snap; it's
the photograph itself. If you can't remember where you were or when, your
friends, or those you publish the picture to, can transfer it to Google Maps,
choose satellite view and zoom in to the building where, at 2.17am on 7 January,
you were snapping Jezz on your Nokia and uploading it to Facebook. The whole
enterprise was conducted to produce a public image. Sometimes I get a spooky
feeling we're being elbowed aside, becoming Morlocks to the cameras' Eloi.
What's going on in my computer? Armed with all that data – when, where, how
high, how bright – and the endless cross-referability of the web, are my photos
becoming custodians of themselves? Is the computer looking at them on my behalf?
What is iPhoto doing when it's not active? Was I there... or was it just my
photographs?
Clearing through my father's papers after he died, I found his photo folder. A
real one, made of battered shagreen. In it was a picture of his long-dead
brother; one of his father as a young man; one of his wife as a 13-year-old girl
with her mother and sister. Pictures of the dead. Pictures of people who could
not be seen in reality, ever again, kept private in his desk drawer. Quite at
odds with our way of looking now. But so was the idea of photos on a telephone.
Why, he asked, would you want it? "Because they're both media," I said, clever
me, "and so converge." "Well," he said, "stew and treacle pudding are both food,
but you wouldn't want them on the same plate."
And reality and photographs can both be seen... but I wonder what the young
woman at the inauguration will see when she looks at her pictures; or whether
she will look at them at all.
Digital photography: Has
it become an obsession?, I, 11.2.2009,
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/features/
digital-photography-has-it-become-an-obsession-1606148.html
Crumbling South Bronx as a Muse
December 1, 2008
The New York Times
By RANDY KENNEDY
When Ray Mortenson first started taking his cameras through the most wasted
of the wastelands that made up parts of the South Bronx in the early 1980s, he
devised a helpful subway mantra: Take the 5, stay alive. Take the 4, dead for
sure.
This was only because the No. 5 line led through a handful of neighborhoods —
East Tremont, Mott Haven, Morrisania — that had been so gutted and burned out
during the 1970s that whole blocks were almost completely abandoned, meaning
fewer chances of stumbling into a mugger or drug deal.
As a sculptor and photographer, Mr. Mortenson began making these Bronx trips
because he was interested in the purely physical and visual characteristics of a
once dense, elegant urban landscape that had come to look like excavated Pompeii
or Dresden after the firebombs. Not that he would have ever wanted part of his
city to endure the kind of devastation it did, but once the South Bronx reached
that state he approached it aesthetically, as a “hard-art project.”
“I like being here,” he wrote. “I like the way it looks.”
Mr. Mortenson’s rarely exhibited black-and-white photographs, made between 1982
and 1984, are such powerful artifacts of their era that they have always
struggled against being pulled into the documentary realm. And now, in a show of
the pictures at the Museum of the City of New York called “Broken Glass” — the
title is a line borrowed from the lyrics of the Grandmaster Flash classic “The
Message” — the pictures have the added resonance of appearing as the nation
confronts its most serious economic crisis since the Great Depression, making
them feel like a kind of augury.
“You hear about this happening now in suburban places hit by foreclosures —
empty houses, windows going broken, swimming pools filling up with trash,” Mr.
Mortenson said in a recent interview at the museum.
When he began taking the pictures, he was working as an electrician and engaged
by the ideas of artists like Robert Smithson and Gordon Matta-Clark, whose
explorations of urban decay and entropy had made America’s crumbling
infrastructure into a new canvas for art.
In the late 1960s Smithson photographed the industrial ruins around his
birthplace, Passaic, N.J., christening them as monuments. In the early 1970s
Matta-Clark staged illegal “interventions” in some of the same Bronx
neighborhoods that Mr. Mortenson was to visit, slicing whole sculpturelike
sections from the floors and walls of abandoned tenements.
Mr. Mortenson’s first photographic explorations of this sort took him to the
Meadowlands in New Jersey, where nature and industrial decay met in epic combat.
Toward the end of the years he spent exploring the swamps he began taking the
elevated subway lines through the Bronx and looking out at the rubble that many
neighborhoods had been reduced to. As a child growing up in Delaware, he loved
spending time alone walking through forests and fields, and he said he thought
of the Meadowlands and then the Bronx in the same way.
“I could spend hours walking around some blocks without seeing anyone,” he said.
He would wander around Charlotte Street, one of the South Bronx’s bleakest,
which President Jimmy Carter had made infamous in a 1977 visit. (It is now in a
suburblike neighborhood of neat single-family homes built not many years after
Mr. Mortenson’s photographs were taken.)
He would walk through dozens of buildings that seemed to have been abandoned
overnight, with coats still hanging on closet doors and furniture still in the
living rooms. But the elements had begun to creep in through the broken windows,
peeling the paint and causing ceiling plaster to rain down on the floors.
Mr. Mortenson, now 64, began shooting inconspicuously, wearing a beaten-up Army
jacket, with a rolled-up New York Post under his arm and a 35-millimeter camera
in his pocket. But as he began to learn the neighborhoods, spending sometimes 12
hours a day there during long summer days, he started to lug around a big, boxy
view camera. He would set it up on the streets or inside abandoned apartments on
a tripod to make exposures sometimes lasting as long as 10 minutes.
“I’d set up the shot and open the lens and then just walk around the building,
exploring, until it was done,” he said.
Occasionally he ran into other human beings. Once he was surrounded by drug
dealers, who demanded his film, and in the darkness of some buildings he would
almost stumble over scavengers ripping out copper wiring and pipes. “You really
had a heart attack when that happened,” he said, “and I’m sure those guys were
having a heart attack too.”
In contrast to the work of photographers who have concentrated on urban decay
from a more sociological perspective, like Camilo José Vergara, or even from an
activist standpoint, like Mel Rosenthal, who was shooting the South Bronx at the
same time, Mr. Mortenson’s pictures are devoid of people or even cars. Other
than notations of the day they were shot, there is no information accompanying
them. “I wasn’t carrying a notebook or even a map,” he said. “I was just going
where my eye took me.”
Sean Corcoran, the curator of prints and photographs at the Museum of the City
of New York, said he was drawn to the images in part because of the tension in
them between art and history. “The act of framing and capturing an image from
the world is inherently transformative,” he wrote in the catalog for the show,
which runs through March 8. “Yet the pictures also provide an important record
of a moment in time.”
Mr. Corcoran writes that they insistently ask the question: “How could things
get to this point? What political, economic and cultural shifts could lead to
such a collapse?”
Mr. Mortenson said he had not returned to those blocks since he stopped taking
photographs in the Bronx in 1984. “I’m ambivalent about it,” he said. “There was
something about being there alone, about that time, that I guess I want to
keep.”
“It was kind of like being in a horror movie,” he added. “But that was all part
of it.”
Crumbling South Bronx as
a Muse, NYT, 1.12.2008,
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/01/arts/design/01brok.html
Art Review | William Eggleston
Old South Meets New,
in Living Color
November 7, 2008
The New York Times
By HOLLAND COTTER
Thirty years ago photography was art if it was black and white. Color
pictures were tacky and cheap, the stuff of cigarette ads and snapshot albums.
So in 1976, when William Eggleston had a solo show of full-color snapshotlike
photographs at the august Museum of Modern Art, critics squawked.
It didn’t help that Mr. Eggleston’s pictures, shot in the Mississippi Delta,
where he lived, were of nothings and nobodies: a child’s tricycle, a dinner
table set for a meal, an unnamed woman perched on a suburban curb, an old man
chatting up the photographer from his bed.
That MoMA’s curator of photography, John Szarkowski, had declared Mr.
Eggleston’s work perfect was the last straw. “Perfectly banal, perfectly
boring,” sniffed one writer; “erratic and ramshackle,” snapped another; “a
mess,” declared a third.
Perfect or not, the images quickly became influential classics. And that’s how
they look in “William Eggleston: Democratic Camera, Photographs and Video,
1961-2008,” a retrospective at the Whitney Museum of American Art that is this
artist’s first New York museum solo since his seditious debut.
Naturally we see the work more clearly now. We know that it was not cheap. The
dye transfer printing Mr. Eggleston used, adapted from advertising, was the most
expensive color process then available. It produced hues of almost hallucinatory
intensity, from a custard-yellow sunset glow slanting across a wall to high-noon
whiteness bleaching a landscape to pink lamplight suffusing a room.
And compositions that at first seemed bland and random proved not to be on a
2nd, 3rd and 20th look. The tricycle was shot from a supine position so as to
appear colossal. The woman on the curb sits next to a knot of heavy chains that
echoes her steel-mesh bouffant. The affable guy on the bed holds a revolver, its
barrel resting on his vintage country quilt.
Although unidentified, these people and others were part of Mr. Eggleston’s
life: family, friends and neighbors. The retrospective — organized by Elisabeth
Sussman, curator of photography at the Whitney, and Thomas Weski, deputy
director of the Haus der Kunst in Munich — takes us through that life, or what
the pictures reveal of it, on a tour that is a combination joy ride, funeral
march and bad-trip bender. Patches of it feel pretty tame now, but whole
stretches still have the morning-after wooziness of three decades ago.
Mr. Eggleston is a child of the American South. He was born in Memphis in 1939
and spent part of his childhood living with grandparents on a Mississippi cotton
plantation. His family was moneyed gentry; he has never had to work for a
living. Self-taught, he was already seriously taking pictures by the time he got
to college (he went first to Vanderbilt, later to the University of
Mississippi); his encounter with the work of Henri Cartier-Bresson and Walker
Evans pushed him along.
By his own account, unless he is working on commission his choice of subjects
for pictures is happenstantial. He shoots whatever or whoever is at hand. The
earliest picture in the show, from 1961, is of a prison farm adjoining his
family’s plantation. Murky and grainy, it could be a scene from the 19th
century; the prisoners are all black. Then come any-old-thing images of
post-World War II strip malls and suburbs; almost everyone is white.
Although Mr. Eggleston rejects the label of regional photographer, he was, at
least initially, dealing with the complicated subject of a traditional Old South
(he says the compositions in his early pictures were based on the design of the
Confederate flag) meeting a speeded-up New South, which he tended to observe
from a distance, shooting fast-food joints and drive-ins almost surreptitiously,
as if from the dashboard of a car.
Around 1965 he started to use color film, and his range expanded. He moved in
close. The first picture he considers a success is in the show. It’s of a
teenage boy standing about arm’s length from the camera. He’s seen in profile,
pushing carts at a supermarket. His face is slack, his eyes a little glazed, his
body bent in an effortful crouch. He’s ordinary, but the golden sunlight that
falls on him is not: it turns his red hair lustrous and gilds his skin. A
prosaic subject is transformed but unromantically; lifted up, but just a little,
just enough.
In 1967 Mr. Eggleston made a trip to New York, where he met other photographers,
important ones, like Diane Arbus, Lee Friedlander and Garry Winogrand, learning
something from each. Although he has a reputation for being remote, even
reclusive, he also has a public persona as a dandyish hell raiser, a kind of
exemplar of baronial boho. In any case he has never lacked for art-world
connections. Mr. Szarkowski was one; another was the curator Walter Hopps, who
became a friend and traveling companion beginning in the 1960s and ’70s.
These were the Merry Prankster and “Easy Rider” years, when road trips and
craziness were cool, and Mr. Eggleston set out on some hard-drinking
picture-taking excursions. He also embarked on repeated shorter expeditions
closer to home in the form of epic bar crawls, which resulted in the legendary
video “Stranded in Canton.”
Originally existing as countless hours of unedited film and recently pared down
by the filmmaker Robert Gordon to a manageable 76 minutes, it was shot in
various places in 1973 and 1974. (The new version is in the retrospective.) Mr.
Eggleston would show up with friends at favorite bars, turn on his Sony
Portapak, push the camera into people’s faces and encourage them to carry on.
And they did. Apart from brief shots of his children and documentary-style
filming of musicians, the result is like some extreme form of reality
television. Your first thought is: Why do people let themselves be seen like
this? Do they know what they look like? You wonder if Mr. Eggleston is
deliberately shaping some tragicomic Lower Depths drama or just doing his
customary shoot-what’s-there thing, the what’s-there in this case being chemical
lunacy. For all the film’s fringy charge there’s something truly creepy and
deadly going on, as there is in much of Mr. Eggleston’s art. You might label it
Southern Gothic; but whatever it is, it surfaces when a lot of his work is
brought together.
Images of gravestones and guns recur, but the real morbidity comes indirectly,
like mood, through association. A little girl stands outside a playhouse
reminiscent of a Victorian mausoleum; a young man sits in the back of a car,
dazed, like a zombie from “Night of the Living Dead.” Houses look empty, meals
abandoned; an oven stands open, as if inviting entry; a green-tiled shower
suggests an execution chamber.
In many of these images color has the artificial flush of a mortician’s makeup
job. This effect achieves its apotheosis in a series of commissioned photographs
from 1983 of Elvis Presley’s Graceland. Mr. Eggleston depicts the singer’s home
as an airless, windowless tomb, a pharaonic monument to a strung-out life
embalmed in custom-made bad taste.
But then there are moments of utter old-fashioned beauty, natural highs. You’re
outdoors in the farmlands of Jimmy Carter’s Georgia, in a series of pictures
commissioned by Rolling Stone before the 1976 election. Or you’re standing under
mountainous clouds on a piece of wide, flat earth that is Mr. Eggleston’s family
land.
Probably no one asked for this picture. He took it because he takes pictures a
lot, and that’s where he was with his camera that day. The clouds just happened,
the way clouds do.
As a group Mr. Eggleston’s more recent pictures, in the series called “The
Democratic Forest,” add to, rather than develop or depart from, what came with
that giant step he took in the ’60s and ’70s. There are more images of
pop-cultural glut, unsavory home cooking and soulful skies. There is also more
obvious artfulness as his travels take him to Europe and Asia and onto film sets
at the invitation of directors like David Lynch, Gus Van Sant and Sofia Coppola,
all of whose work he has profoundly influenced.
The color has grown lusher than ever and the angle of vision indirect as we see
reality layered on, refracted through glass, in mirror reflections. The world is
still chipped and scarred, but cleaner. The subjects in the pictures feel
lingered over. The stoned, on-the-road, trapped-in-yesterday rawness is gone.
Some of these new pictures really are banal and a little boring, in part because
the mess of life gets left out.
This isn’t surprising. Part of being a long-term traveler is that you get
comfortable; you relax. You stop living on adrenaline, stop bracing for jolts to
the system. The irritated alertness conducive to a certain kind of art subsides.
At some basic level the world is less strange and you’re less of a stranger to
it, unless you deliberately derange yourself or hit the road again, or adjust
yourself to a new now.
Mr. Eggleston, who lives in Memphis, is now on a project with Mr. Lynch; beyond
that, I don’t know what his plans are. The America he presented to such shocking
effect more than 30 years ago is now full color — not black and white, not North
and South — in every sense. The national soul is still as delirious and furious,
but maybe a little more sober, or about to become so. I wonder what one of our
finest living photographers will continue to make of it.
“William Eggleston:
Democratic Camera, Photographs and Video,
1961-2008”
continues through Jan. 25
at the Whitney Museum of American Art;
(212) 570-3600,
whitney.org.
Old South Meets New, in Living Color, NYT,
7.11.2008,
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/07/arts/design/07eggl.html
4,000 U.S. Combat Deaths,
and Just a Handful of Images
July 26, 2008
The New York Times
By MICHAEL KAMBER
and TIM ARANGO
BAGHDAD — The case of a freelance photographer in Iraq who was
barred from covering the Marines after he posted photos on the Internet of
several of them dead has underscored what some journalists say is a growing
effort by the American military to control graphic images from the war.
Zoriah Miller, the photographer who took images of marines killed in a June 26
suicide attack and posted them on his Web site, was subsequently forbidden to
work in Marine Corps-controlled areas of the country. Maj. Gen. John Kelly, the
Marine commander in Iraq, is now seeking to have Mr. Miller barred from all
United States military facilities throughout the world. Mr. Miller has since
left Iraq.
If the conflict in Vietnam was notable for open access given to journalists —
too much, many critics said, as the war played out nightly in bloody newscasts —
the Iraq war may mark an opposite extreme: after five years and more than 4,000
American combat deaths, searches and interviews turned up fewer than a
half-dozen graphic photographs of dead American soldiers.
It is a complex issue, with competing claims often difficult to weigh in an age
of instant communication around the globe via the Internet, in which such images
can add to the immediate grief of families and the anger of comrades still in
the field.
While the Bush administration faced criticism for overt political manipulation
in not permitting photos of flag-draped coffins, the issue is more emotional on
the battlefield: local military commanders worry about security in publishing
images of the American dead as well as an affront to the dignity of fallen
comrades. Most newspapers refuse to publish such pictures as a matter of policy.
But opponents of the war, civil liberties advocates and journalists argue that
the public portrayal of the war is being sanitized and that Americans who choose
to do so have the right to see — in whatever medium — the human cost of a war
that polls consistently show is unpopular with Americans.
Journalists say it is now harder, or harder than in the earlier years, to
accompany troops in Iraq on combat missions. Even memorial services for killed
soldiers, once routinely open, are increasingly off limits. Detainees were
widely photographed in the early years of the war, but the Department of
Defense, citing prisoners’ rights, has recently stopped that practice as well.
And while publishing photos of American dead is not barred under the “embed”
rules in which journalists travel with military units, the Miller case
underscores what is apparently one reality of the Iraq war: that doing so, even
under the rules, can result in expulsion from covering the war with the
military.
“It is absolutely censorship,” Mr. Miller said. “I took pictures of something
they didn’t like, and they removed me. Deciding what I can and cannot document,
I don’t see a clearer definition of censorship.”
The Marine Corps denied it was trying to place limits on the news media and said
Mr. Miller broke embed regulations. Security is the issue, officials said.
“Specifically, Mr. Miller provided our enemy with an after-action report on the
effectiveness of their attack and on the response procedures of U.S. and Iraqi
forces,” said Lt. Col. Chris Hughes, a Marine spokesman.
News organizations say that such restrictions are one factor in declining
coverage of the war, along with the danger, the high cost to financially ailing
media outlets and diminished interest among Americans in following the war. By a
recent count, only half a dozen Western photographers were covering a war in
which 150,000 American troops are engaged.
In Mr. Miller’s case, a senior military official in Baghdad said that while his
photographs were still under review, a preliminary assessment showed he had not
violated ground rules established by the multinational force command. The
official, who spoke on condition of anonymity because the investigation was
ongoing, emphasized that Mr. Miller was still credentialed to work in Iraq,
though several military officials acknowledged that no military unit would
accept him.
Robert H. Reid, the Baghdad bureau chief for The Associated Press, said one
major problem was a disconnection between the officials in Washington who
created the embed program before the war and the soldiers who must accommodate
journalists — and be responsible for their reports afterward.
“I don’t think the uniformed military has really bought into the whole embed
program,” Mr. Reid said.
“During the invasion it got a lot of ‘Whoopee, we’re kicking their butts’-type
of TV coverage,” he said.
Now, he said the situation is nuanced and unpredictable. Generally, he said, the
access reporters get “very much depends on the local commander.” More
specifically, he said, “They’ve always been freaky about bodies.”
The facts of the Miller case are not in dispute, only their interpretation.
On the morning of June 26, Mr. Miller, 32, was embedded with Company E of the
Second Battalion, Third Marine Regiment in Garma, in Anbar Province. The
photographer declined a Marine request to attend a city council meeting, and
instead accompanied a unit on foot patrol nearby.
When a suicide bomber detonated his vest inside the council meeting, killing 20
people, including 3 marines, Mr. Miller was one of the first to arrive. His
photos show a scene of horror, with body parts littering the ground and heaps of
eviscerated corpses. Mr. Miller was able to photograph for less than 10 minutes,
he said, before being escorted from the scene.
Mr. Miller said he spent three days on a remote Marine base editing his photos,
which he then showed to the Company E marines. When they said they could not
identify the dead marines, he believed he was within embed rules, which forbid
showing identifiable soldiers killed in action before their families have been
notified. According to records Mr. Miller provided, he posted his photos on his
Web site the night of June 30, three days after the families had been notified.
The next morning, high-ranking Marine public affairs officers demanded that Mr.
Miller remove the photos. When he refused, his embed was terminated. Worry that
marines might hurt him was high enough that guards were posted to protect him.
On July 3, Mr. Miller was given a letter signed by General Kelly barring him
from Marine installations. The letter said that the journalist violated sections
14 (h) and (o) of the embed rules, which state that no information can be
published without approval, including material about “any tactics, techniques
and procedures witnessed during operations,” or that “provides information on
the effectiveness of enemy techniques.”
“In disembedding Mr. Miller, the Marines are using a catch-all phrase which
could be applied to just about anything a journalist does,” said Joel Campagna,
Middle East program coordinator for the Committee to Protect Journalists.
New embed rules were adopted in the spring of 2007 that required written
permission from wounded soldiers before their image could be used, a near
impossibility in the case of badly wounded soldiers, journalists say. While
embed restrictions do permit photographs of dead soldiers to be published once
family members have been notified, in practice, photographers say, the military
has exacted retribution on the rare occasions that such images have appeared. In
four out of five cases that The New York Times was able to document, the
photographer was immediately kicked out of his or her embed following
publication of such photos.
In the first of such incidents, Stefan Zaklin, formerly of the European
Pressphoto Agency, was barred from working with an Army unit after he published
a photo of a dead Army captain lying in a pool of blood in Falluja in 2004.
Two New York Times journalists were disembedded in January 2007 after the paper
published a photo of a mortally wounded soldier. Though the soldier was shot
through the head and died hours after the photo was taken, Lt. Gen. Raymond T.
Odierno argued that The Times had broken embed rules by not getting written
permission from the soldier.
Chris Hondros, of Getty Images, was with an army unit in Tal Afar on Jan. 18,
2005, when soldiers killed the parents of an unarmed Iraqi family. After his
photos of their screaming blood-spattered daughter were published around the
world, Mr. Hondros was kicked out of his embed (though Mr. Hondros points out
that he soon found an embed with a unit in another city).
Increasingly, photographers say the military allows them to embed but keeps them
away from combat. Franco Pagetti of the VII Photo Agency said he had been
repeatedly thwarted by the military when he tried to get to the front lines.
In April 2008, Mr. Pagetti tried to cover heavy fighting in Baghdad’s Sadr City.
“The commander there refused to let me in,” Mr. Pagetti said. “He said it was
unsafe. I know it’s unsafe, there’s a war going on. It was unsafe when I got to
Iraq in 2003, but the military did not stop us from working. Now, they are
stopping us from working.”
James Lee, a former marine who returned to Iraq as a photographer, was embedded
with marines in the spring of 2008 as they headed into battle in the southern
port city of Basra in support of Iraqi forces.
“We were within hours of Basra when they told me I had to go back. I was told
that General Kelly did not want any Western eyes down there,” he said, referring
to the same Marine general who barred Mr. Miller.
Military officials stressed that the embed regulations provided only a
framework. “There is leeway for commanders to make judgment calls, which is part
of what commanders do,” said Col. Steve Boylan, the public affairs officer for
Gen. David H. Petraeus, the top commander in Iraq. For many in the military, a
legal or philosophical debate over press freedom misses the point. Capt. Esteban
T. Vickers of the First Regimental Combat Team, who knew two of the marines
killed at Garma, said photos of his dead comrades, displayed on the Internet for
all to see, desecrated their memory and their sacrifice.
“Mr. Miller’s complete lack of respect to these marines, their friends, and
families is shameful,” Captain Vickers said. “How do we explain to their
children or families these disturbing pictures just days after it happened?”
Mr. Miller, who returned to the United States on July 9, expressed surprise that
his images had ignited such an uproar.
“The fact that the images I took of the suicide bombing — which are just
photographs of something that happens every day all across the country — the
fact that these photos have been so incredibly shocking to people, says that
whatever they are doing to limit this type of photo getting out, it is working,”
he said.
Michael Kamber reported from Baghdad,
and Tim Arango from New York.
4,000 U.S. Combat
Deaths, and Just a Handful of Images,
NYT, 26.7.2008,
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/26/world/middleeast/26censor.html
Cornell Capa, Photographer, Is Dead
May 24, 2008
The New York Times
By PHILIP GEFTER
Cornell Capa, who founded the International Center of Photography in New York
after a long and distinguished career as a photojournalist, first on the staff
of Life magazine and then as a member of Magnum Photos, died Friday at his home
in Manhattan. He was 90.
His death, of natural causes, was announced by Phyllis Levine, communications
director at the International Center of Photography in Manhattan.
In Mr. Capa’s nearly 30 years as a photojournalist, the professional code to
which he steadfastly adhered is best summed up by the title of his 1968 book
“The Concerned Photographer.” He used the phrase often to describe any
photographer who was passionately dedicated to doing work that contributed to
the understanding and well-being of humanity and who produced “images in which
genuine human feeling predominates over commercial cynicism or disinterested
formalism.”
The subjects of greatest interest to Capa as a photographer were politics and
social justice. He covered both presidential campaigns of Adlai Stevenson in the
1950s and also became a good friend of Stevenson. He covered John F. Kennedy’s
successful presidential run in 1960, and then spearheaded a project in which he
and nine fellow Magnum photographers documented the young president’s first
hundred days, resulting in the book “Let Us Begin: The First One Hundred Days of
the Kennedy Administration.” (He got to know the Kennedys well; Jacqueline
Kennedy Onassis would become one of the first trustees of the I.C.P.)
In Argentina, Mr. Capa documented the increasingly repressive tactics of the
Peron regime and then the revolution that overthrew it. In Israel, he covered
the 1967 Six Day-War. The vast number of picture essays he produced on
assignment ranged in subject from Christian missionaries in the jungles of Latin
America to the Russian Orthodox Church in Soviet Russia during the cold war, the
elite Queen’s Guards in England and the education of mentally retarded children
in New England.
His work conformed to all the visual hallmarks of Life magazine photography:
clear subject matter, strong composition, bold graphic impact and at times even
a touch of wit. In his 1959 essay about the Ford Motor Company, for example, one
picture presents a bird’s-eye view of 7,000 engineers lined up in rows behind
the first compact car all of them were involved in developing: a single Ford
Falcon.
“I am not an artist, and I never intended to be one,” he wrote in the 1992 book
“Cornell Capa: Photographs.” “I hope I have made some good photographs, but what
I really hope is that I have done some good photo stories with memorable images
that make a point, and, perhaps, even make a difference.”
Mr. Capa had three important incarnations in the field of photography:
successful photojournalist; champion of his older brother Robert Capa’s legacy
among the greatest war photographers; and founder and first director of the
International Center of Photography, which, since it was established in 1974,
has become one of the most influential photographic institutions for exhibition,
collection, and education in the world.
It was because of Robert Capa that Cornell became a photographer. Not only was
he Cornell’s mentor, along with Henri Cartier-Bresson and David (Chim) Seymour,
but it was on his brother’s coattails that Cornell first became affiliated with
Life magazine. In 1947, Cornell’s three mentors founded Magnum Photos, the
agency he would join after his brother Robert was killed on assignment in
Indochina in 1954.
“From that day,” Mr. Capa said about his brother’s death, “I was haunted by the
question of what happens to the work a photographer leaves behind, by how to
make the work stay alive.”
The I.C.P. was born 20 years later, in part out of Mr. Capa’s professed growing
anxiety in the late 1960s about the diminishing relevance of photojournalism in
light of the increasing presence of film footage on television news. But, also,
for years he had imagined a public resource in which to preserve the archives
and negatives of “concerned photographers” everywhere. In this regard, his older
brother’s legacy was paramount in his thoughts when he opened the I.C.P., where
Robert Capa’s archives reside to this day.
Born Cornel Friedmann on April 10, 1918, in Budapest Hungary, he was the
youngest son of Dezso and Julia Berkovits Friedmann, who were assimilated,
nonpracticing Jews. His parents owned a prosperous dressmaking salon, where his
father was head tailor. In 1931, his brother Robert, at 17, was forced to leave
the country because of leftist student activities that had caught the attention
of officials of the anti-Semitic Hungarian dictator, Admiral Miklos Horthy. In
1935, his eldest brother, Laszlo, died of rheumatic fever.
Growing up, Cornell had planned to be a doctor, and, upon graduating from high
school in 1936, he joined Robert in Paris to embark on his medical studies. But
first he had to learn French. Robert, who had become a photojournalist in Berlin
before settling in Paris, had befriended two other young photographers,
Cartier-Bresson and Seymour. To support himself, Cornell developed film for
Robert, Henri and Chim and made their prints in a makeshift darkroom in his
hotel bathroom. Soon enough, Cornell’s interest in photography grew, and he
abandoned his longtime ambition to be a doctor. He also adopted his brother’s
new last name, a tribute in variation to the name of the film director Frank
Capra.
In 1937, Mr. Capa followed his mother to New York City, where she had joined her
four sisters. When Robert came for a visit and established connections with Pix,
Inc., a photography agency, he helped get Cornell a job there as a printer. Soon
after, Cornell went to work in the Life magazine darkroom.
In 1940, Mr. Capa married Edith Schwartz, who, over the years, assumed an active
role in his professional life, maintaining his negatives and archives, and also
those of his brother. They had no children, but she provided a home away from
home for hundreds of the photographers they came to know over the years. Mr.
Capa wrote that Edie, who died in 2001, “deserves so much of the credit for
whatever I have accomplished.”
After serving in the U.S. Air Force’s photo intelligence unit during World War
II, Mr. Capa was hired by Life magazine in 1946 as a junior photographer.
“One thing Life and I agreed on right from the start was that one war
photographer was enough for my family,” he wrote. “I was to be a photographer
for peace.”
The historian Richard Whelan wrote in the introduction to “Cornell Capa:
Photographs” that Mr. Capa “often quoted the words of the photographer Lewis
Hine: ‘There are two things I wanted to do. I wanted to show the things that
needed to be corrected. And I wanted to show the things that needed to be
appreciated.’ ” That is what Mr. Capa dedicated his life to doing.
Cornell Capa,
Photographer, Is Dead, NYT, 24.5.2008,
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/24/arts/design/23cnd-capa.html
An Image Is a Mystery
for Photo Detectives
April 17, 2008
The New York Times
By RANDY KENNEDY
The phone call was routine, the kind often made before big auctions.
Sotheby’s was preparing to sell a striking rust-brown image of a leaf on paper,
long thought to have been made by William Henry Fox Talbot, one of the inventors
of photography. So the auction house contacted a Baltimore historian considered
to be the world’s leading Talbot expert and asked if he could grace the sale’s
catalog with any interesting scholarly details about the print — known as a
photogenic drawing, a crude precursor to the photograph.
“I got back to them and said, ‘Well, the first thing I would say is that this
was not made by Talbot,’ ” the historian, Larry J. Schaaf, recalled in a recent
interview.
“That was not what they were expecting to hear, to say the least.”
In the weeks since Dr. Schaaf’s surprising pronouncement was made public, “The
Leaf,” originally thought to have been made around 1839 or later, has become the
talk of the photo-historical world. The speculation about its origins became so
intense that Sotheby’s and the print’s owners decided earlier this month to
postpone its auction, so that researchers could begin delving into whether the
image may be, in fact, one of the oldest photographic images in existence,
dating to the 1790s.
This week the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los
Angeles, which own similar photogenic drawings that once belonged to the same
album as “The Leaf,” said that they planned to perform scientific analysis and
further research on their images as well.
With these decisions, suddenly, a group of antique images known to the academic
and auction worlds at least since 1984 — when Sotheby’s first sold them,
fetching only $776 for the leaf print — have become the subjects of a
high-profile detective story that could lead back to the earliest, murky years
of the birth of photo technology and that could help to fill in crucial
historical blanks.
Dr. Schaaf, who said he was not paid by Sotheby’s or by the owner of “The Leaf”
print, said that he had been aware of the images — also known as photograms,
cameraless prints made by placing objects on photosensitive paper exposed to
light — for many years. He had seen five of the six prints that were once
compiled in an album by Henry Bright, a Briton whose family was part of a group
of scientists and tinkerers active around Bristol in the late 18th century.
But as with so many other early photographic images, Dr. Schaaf said, there was
so little information about these that he never gave much thought to their
origins. “In most cases we just don’t have any place even to get started,” he
said.
It was when Sotheby’s inquiry reminded him that the images came from the Henry
Bright family that he began to think about them again and to connect the dots
with research that he had been doing for years into a group of photographic
experimenters who had long predated Talbot and Louis-Jacques-Mandé Daguerre, the
other acknowledged inventor of photography.
Probably in the 1790s, according to accounts written shortly afterward, Thomas
Wedgwood, a son of the Wedgwood china family, began experimenting with what he
called solar pictures, making images on paper coated with a silver nitrate
solution. A friend of his, James Watt, wrote in a 1799 letter that he intended
to try similar experiments and in 1802 another friend, Humphry Davy, wrote an
account of Wedgwood’s experiments in an article for a scientific-society
journal, titling it “An Account of a Method of Copying Paintings upon Glass, and
of Making Profiles, by the Agency of Light Upon Nitrate of Silver.”
Like the lost plays of Aeschylus that were written about but did not survive
themselves, no known examples of the work of Wedgwood and his circle have ever
been found. But Dr. Schaaf, in looking deeper into the leaf image, realized that
these legendary lost images had something else in common: their creators were
all part of the close social circle of the family of Henry Bright.
“The reason that I got so excited about this was that it was the most solid,
indicative collection I’ve seen,” he said. “I’m fully prepared for ‘The Leaf’ to
have been made by Henry Bright, or by his father, after the 1790s. But I’ve
never seen a story that fits together so neatly.”
He added, with the resolve that comes from more than 30 years of research into
early photography and Talbot, “Someone could obviously come along and say that
these images are all in fact Talbots, but they would be wrong.”
Jill Quasha is the photo dealer and expert who bought “The Leaf” in 1989 as she
was building the Quillan Collection, a group of world-renowned photographs that
Sotheby’s sold (without the leaf print) for almost $9 million on April 7. She
said that it was still too early to say exactly what type of research would be
conducted on the image. Tests could include those to determine the age of the
paper and to identify the chemical makeup of any substances on the paper.
“I think it has to be done quickly and efficiently and with the least amount of
damage to the photograph,” said Ms. Quasha, who added that she hoped the
research could be completed within six months so that the print could be put up
for auction again with a more iron-clad, and perhaps stunning, provenance. (As a
Talbot, it was estimated to sell for $100,000 to $150,000; if it is determined
to be older, it could bring substantially more.)
But Dr. Schaaf cautioned that even when the all scientific evidence is in —
along with what might be found by deep sleuthing in the archives of the families
of Bright, Wedgwood, Watt and Davy — the best that experts might be able to say
about it being among the oldest photographic images is “maybe.”
“Somewhere in the course of the work we might find a smoking gun,” he said. “But
then again, we very well might not.”
An Image Is a Mystery
for Photo Detectives, NYT, 17.4.2008,
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/17/arts/design/17phot.html
Getty Museum Acquires
Penn Photographs
February 7, 2008
The New York Times
By RANDY KENNEDY
The subjects of the velvety black-and-white pictures are not exactly Irving
Penn’s elegantly dressed, or undressed, regulars: a plump charwoman with her
bucket and brush; a bespectacled seamstress draped with her measuring tape; a
deep-sea diver disappearing into his monstrous helmet and suit.
But Mr. Penn considered these blue-collar portraits, called “The Small Trades,”
some of the most important of his long and influential career. He began taking
them in the summer of 1950 for Vogue, the magazine with which he has become
synonymous, and now they have finally found a home together at a museum. On
Wednesday the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles announced that it had acquired
the entire series, 252 full-length portraits of workers — waiters, bakers,
butchers, rag-and-bone men — that it called Mr. Penn’s most extensive body of
work.
“This is a set of images that the Getty has been thinking about and wanting to
get for several years,” said Virginia Heckert, an associate photography curator
at the Getty, who helped negotiate a deal with Mr. Penn, who sold some of the
pictures and donated others. “In the last year it finally managed to come
together. It’s a very exciting acquisition for us.”
Mr. Penn, now 90, began the portrait project in Paris for a Vogue series on that
city’s workers. He continued it for another year after the assignment, seeking
out workers in London and then in New York, where he lived, asking them to come
to his studio in their work clothes and carrying the tools of their trade.
Unlike the photographs of August Sander, who took more naturalistic,
anthropological portraits of German tradespeople and professionals usually in
the settings where they worked, Mr. Penn’s portraits, perhaps owing to his
training as a painter and a fashion photographer, are more formal and personal.
He posed each subject against a neutral background and tried to use natural
northern light.
“There is something quite theatrical about the presentation of Penn’s subject to
the camera,” Ms. Heckert said. “They’re basically on a stage.”
But because of the isolated setting, the pictures also seem to reveal something
about the people as individuals, not just as functionaries. “It’s really about
the subject presenting himself in a more intimate setting to his photographer,”
she added. “It’s a more psychological relationship between the artist and the
subject.” She added that, at a time when abstraction was becoming the dominant
mode in the art world, Mr. Penn’s decision to dedicate himself to art
portraiture was important and made the series even more significant. “He didn’t
want to go away from the subject but to find a way to describe it in utter
detail,” Ms. Heckert said.
Weston Naef, the Getty’s senior photography curator, said that the museum had
been working to acquire the series for more than five years, but the sticking
point had been copyright ownership of the images. In many cases, he said, Mr.
Penn and Condé Nast, which owns Vogue, share the copyrights to Mr. Penn’s
images. And the Getty, which had long insisted that it be given copyright power
over the trade series, along with the master set of the photographs, decided in
the end to abandon the copyright demand.
“This was a real advance for this institution to be able to do that on such a
large scale,” said Mr. Naef, who added that when it comes to copyrights for Mr.
Penn’s work, “it is always a complicated story.” (He and Ms. Heckert declined to
say how much the museum paid for the silver-gelatin and platinum prints, whose
sale was negotiated by the Pace/MacGill Gallery.)
In recent years Mr. Penn has been engaging in negotiations that have placed
important pieces of his work at prominent institutions like the Art Institute of
Chicago and the Morgan Library & Museum in New York. Mr. Naef said that the
Getty made a compelling case that the workers’ portraits would be well served at
the museum, which has extensive holdings of Sander’s work, for example, and one
of the best photography collections in the world. The Getty plans an exhibition
of the images in September 2009.
“We think he’s one of the greatest living artists in any medium,” Mr. Naef said.
“And we like to focus on whole bodies of work. We’re seeing these pictures as if
they’re Monet’s waterlilies, a single coherent body of work.”
And in the span of Mr. Penn’s work, he said: “They’re absolutely seminal.
They’re like Jasper Johns flags or Rauschenberg’s ‘combines.’ ”
Getty Museum Acquires Penn
Photographs, NYT, 7.2.2008,
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/07/arts/design/07gett.html
Known for Famous Photos,
Not All of Them His
September 15, 2007
The New York Times
By MICHAEL WILSON
Joe O’Donnell’s glowing legacy outlived him by less than a week. The man
recalled by some as “The Presidential Photographer” with a knack for having a
camera to his eye at just the right moment, became instead someone described as
a fraud who hijacked some of the 20th century’s most famous images and claimed
them as his own.
Mr. O’Donnell, a retired government photographer, died on Aug. 9 in Nashville at
age 85. Obituaries published nationwide, including one in The New York Times on
Aug. 14, praised his body of work over several presidential administrations,
most of them singling out one famous picture: little John F. Kennedy Jr.
saluting his slain father’s passing coffin on Nov. 25, 1963. That picture was
later determined to have been taken by someone else, and a closer examination of
photos that Mr. O’Donnell claimed as his own has turned up other pictures taken
by other photographers.
Retired news photographers all over the country, some into their 80s, reacted at
the claims in the obituaries with shock and outrage as the only rights most of
them have to their own pictures — bragging rights — were quietly taken by a man
they never heard of.
“The more I hear about this, the more upset I get,” said Cecil Stoughton, 87, a
former White House photographer. “I don’t know where he’s coming from. Delusions
of grandeur.”
Mr. O’Donnell’s family said his claims to fame — made in television, newspaper
and radio interviews, as well as on his own amateurish Web site — were not out
of greed or fraud, but the confused statements of an ailing man in his last
years. The only thing stolen, his widow and one of his sons said, was the
soundness of his memory. While he was not formally diagnosed with a mental
illness, he clearly became senile, his family said.
For them, the backlash has been severe and threatens to overshadow what they say
are Mr. O’Donnell’s legitimate works, especially his chronicling of the effects
of the atomic bombs dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.
“I just wish people would realize he was an extraordinary photographer,” said
his son J. Tyge O’Donnell, 38, who grew up taking this father’s pictures with
him to school to show classmates. “Don’t hold getting old against him.”
The story of Mr. O’Donnell’s colorful life and exaggerations continues to
unfold. Tales he has told for decades have been questioned. Much of his travel
history remains something of a mystery, because of difficulty in obtaining
personnel information from the government from decades ago.
The quest for authorship of a number of famous photos is also complicated by the
times in which he worked, when many news and government photographers were not
credited for their pictures.
More discrepancies in Mr. O’Donnell’s work continue to surface, and there may be
more challenges to their authorship. To date, the scrutiny has centered on the
years in the 1950s and 1960s when Mr. O’Donnell photographed presidents and
purportedly traveled with national leaders.
The scrutiny has extended to pictures he took as a 23-year-old marine in Japan
that he said had been hidden in a trunk in his home until he unearthed the
negatives in 1985. The pictures were published in a book, “Japan 1945: A U.S.
Marine’s Photographs From Ground Zero,” (Vanderbilt University Press). The
authenticity of those pictures has not been disproved.
If Mr. O’Donnell lied about his pictures, it is unclear why. He did not appear
to reap financial gains from his claims. Perhaps desire for recognition played a
role. He worked for the United States Information Agency, a government body that
carried out overseas educational, cultural and media programs.
While he was believed to have witnessed important moments in history, he
remained unknown to the public. But his family insisted that he simply confused
attending various events with photographing them.
The controversy began with the obituaries describing his role in taking a famous
picture of 3-year-old “John-John,” as was John F. Kennedy Jr.’s nickname, at the
funeral.
Stan Stearns, a 72-year-old wedding photographer in Annapolis, Md., knows that
picture well. He took it.
A photographer for United Press International, he kept a close eye that day on
the first lady, Jacqueline Kennedy, and her children.
“I’m watching her, and she bent down, whispered in his ear,” Mr. Stearns
recalled in a recent interview. “The hand went up. Click — one exposure. That
was it. That was the picture.”
Mr. Stearns quit in 1970 and has been shooting weddings and portraits since. “I
am very, very proud to have contributed this photograph to history,” he said.
But, it seems, so was Mr. O’Donnell.
He said for years that he was at the funeral and that he photographed the boy.
“I had a telephoto lens on my camera, and we were across the street behind what
we called the ‘bull rope,’ that we had to stay there,” he said in an interview
on CNN in 1999.
The image showed on CNN that day was not his own. But neither was it the picture
taken by Mr. Stearns, which leads to another complicating factor surrounding the
John-John salute: several photographers captured the image that day, each
distributed in different newspapers and magazines, many times without credit.
The salute picture broadcast on CNN in 1999 was actually taken by Dan Farrell,
then with The Daily News. Now 76, he recalled the picture in an interview last
week. “You never want to miss one like that, you know?”
Mr. O’Donnell often spoke of a picture, but his son said he never saw it.
The complaints over the John-John picture expanded to a fuller investigation of
Mr. O’Donnell’s career by a group of mostly retired photographers and reporters
angered by his false claim.
Several photographs at a Nashville art gallery called the Arts Company, which
had represented Mr. O’Donnell and displayed more than 80 of his pictures, were
found not to be his own. One of them, a famous image of President Kennedy
piloting a yacht, is without question one taken by the photographer Robert
Knudsen in 1962, said James Hill, the audio and visual archives specialist at
the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum in Boston.
Another renowned photographer, Elliott Erwitt, has become forever linked to the
“Kitchen Debate” in Moscow in 1959, for his famous photograph of Vice President
Richard Nixon poking Nikita S. Khrushchev in the chest during a heated exchange.
He even attended an anniversary reception 25 years later, playfully poking Mr.
Nixon in the chest.
So Mr. Erwitt was stunned when he was shown a late-1990s video of Mr. O’Donnell
speaking with a Nashville news anchor, and Mr. O’Donnell’s description of having
taken the picture.
“They were arguing,” Mr. O’Donnell told the reporter. “Khrushchev was very
belligerent and said, ‘We’re gonna bury you.’ And Nixon reacted just as fast as
he did, and pointed his finger at him and said, ‘You’ll never bury us.’ ”
Of course, this was mistaken. Mr. Khrushchev’s famous line, “We will bury you,”
was delivered three years earlier, in 1956 in Moscow before Western
representatives.
Watching Mr. O’Donnell’s interview last week, Mr. Erwitt said, “Unbelievable.
The picture is so well known.”
The list goes on. A picture the museum said was taken by Mr. O’Donnell of the
Tehran Conference of Joseph Stalin, Franklin D. Roosevelt and Winston Churchill
in 1943 is suspect. It has been credited in the past to the Associated Press and
the United States Army Signal Corps, but its authorship remains unclear.
Mr. O’Donnell was born on May 7, 1922, in Johnstown, Pa., his family said. He
joined the Marines shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor, his son said. After
the war and his trip to Japan, he worked for the State Department and later the
Information Agency, upon its creation in 1953.
An archivist’s paper for a 1998 National Archives conference on cold war
documentation cites several of the assignments in 1948 that took Mr. O’Donnell
“from the home of a truck driver in Arlington, Va., to the Cherokee Reservation
in North Carolina to small-town polling stations in Lancaster County, Penn.” In
an interview, the archivist, Nicholas Natanson, said he had examined the
collection of photographs taken at the Kennedy funeral and found none taken by
Mr. O’Donnell. But he said some photographs had no credits.
Pictures of Mr. O’Donnell standing beside several presidents were some of his
proudest possessions, his son said, and there is archival evidence that he
photographed Presidents Dwight D. Eisenhower and Lyndon B. Johnson. But while
Mr. O’Donnell referred to himself in his later years as a White House
photographer, he did not seem to have ever held that official title.
He married four times, and had four children. He retired in 1968 after suffering
a back injury in a car accident while working in a motorcade on an assignment.
He moved to Michigan, where he owned an antiques store and acted as the sexton
of a local cemetery, his son said.
The family moved to Nashville in 1979, J. Tyge O’Donnell said. The Arts
Company’s owner, Anne Brown, said Mr. O’Donnell was known in the Nashville
community as a former presidential photographer, an image no one seemed to
question.
Mr. O’Donnell’s health had declined since Kimiko O’Donnell, 46 and also a
photographer, married him nine years ago; they met in Japan, she said. “He
wasn’t interested in showing any of his photos,” she said. “He had two rods in
his back. Three strokes, two heart attacks. Skin cancers. Part of colon taken
out.”
It is practically impossible to say Mr. O’Donnell never sold another
photographer’s work as his own, but it seems he did not make any substantial
profits off any pictures in the last decade or so.
“Where’s the money?” Mrs. O’Donnell asked. The museum owner, Ms. Brown, said she
kept several prints Mr. O’Donnell claimed to have taken for sale in a box, but
that she had sold only 9 or 10 over a period of years.
When Ms. Brown learned of Mr. O’Donnell’s death, she uploaded to the Web site
the dozens of pictures from a computer disk provided by his family years
earlier. She also sent a press release about the “Presidential Photographer” to
Ventures Public Relations, which sent it to news outlets with misidentified
photos of John-John’s salute and President Roosevelt attached.
The O’Donnells had one bit of what looked like good news these past weeks. Mrs.
O’Donnell discovered, among her husband’s things, a photograph of John-John,
saluting the president’s casket. Mr. O’Donnell had signed the back.
But yesterday, the National Archives matched it to a picture in its collection,
and while there is no photographer’s name attached, the picture has been
credited as having been taken by someone with U.P.I.
“That is disappointing,” Mr. O’Donnell’s son J. Tyge, said yesterday. “But it
doesn’t mean he wasn’t there.”
Known for Famous Photos,
Not All of Them His, NYT, 15.9.2007,
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/15/nyregion/15photographer.html
U.S. Searching for Iwo Jima Marine
June 22, 2007
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Filed at 11:51 a.m. ET
The New York Times
TOKYO (AP) -- An American team searching for the remains of a Marine combat
photographer who filmed the iconic flag-raising on Iwo Jima is honing in on the
cave where he was believed to have been killed 62 years ago, officials said
Friday.
A lead from a private citizen prompted the search for the remains of Sgt.
William H. Genaust, who was killed nine days after filming the flag-raising atop
Iwo Jima's Mount Suribachi. The seven-member team -- the first on the Japanese
island in 60 years -- is also searching for other Americans killed in the
battle, one of the fiercest and most symbolic of World War II.
''The team is finding caves that have been cleaned out, and some that have
collapsed,'' said Lt. Col. Mark Brown, a spokesman for the Joint POW/MIA
Accounting office, or JPAC.
The preliminary search team is looking for the remains of as many Americans as
it can find, Brown told The Associated Press. He said 250 U.S. service members
from the Iwo Jima campaign are among the 88,000 missing from World War II.
Iwo Jima was officially taken on March 26, 1945, after 31-day battle that pitted
some 100,000 U.S. troops against 21,200 Japanese -- a turning point in the war
with Japan. Some 6,821 Americans were killed and nearly 22,000 injured. Only
1,033 Japanese survived.
''Our motto is `until they are home,''' Brown said. ''`No man left behind' is a
promise made to every individual who raises his hand.''
Brown said a full team would be sent in if it looks like remains are likely to
be discovered.
Genaust, a combat photographer with the 28th Marines, filmed the raising of the
flag atop Mount Suribachi on Feb. 23, 1945. He stood just feet away from AP
photographer Joe Rosenthal, whose photograph of the moment won a Pulitzer Prize
and came to symbolize the Pacific War and the struggle of the Marines to capture
the tiny island.
Johnnie Webb, a civilian official with JPAC, said Genaust died nine days later
when he was hit by machine-gun fire as he was assisting fellow Marines secure a
cave. He was 38.
Bob Bolus, the Scranton, Pa., businessman who provided the lead in the search,
said he became intrigued by Genaust after reading a Parade magazine story about
him two years ago. Spending thousands of dollars of his own money, Bolus put
together a team of experts, including an archivist, forensic anthropologist,
geologist and surveyor, that was able to pinpoint where Genaust's remains were
likely to be found.
Bolus, 64, began lobbying the military to search anew for the missing Marine.
''How do we leave an American?'' he said in a telephone interview. ''How do we
ignore him and leave him in a cave along with other military personnel who are
MIA on the island also? He gave us a patriotic symbol that we see to this day.
It's important.''
Bolus, who said he visited Iwo Jima last year and met the grandson of Gen.
Tadamichi Kuribayashi, the Japanese commander on Iwo Jima, said he's confident
Genaust will be found.
''We've put everything in place. Now we have to have him tell us where he is.''
JPAC said the search was the first on Iwo Jima ''since 1948, when the American
Graves Registration Service recovered most U.S. service members killed during
the campaign.''
Many of the missing Marines were lost at sea, meaning the chances of recovering
their remains are slim. But many also were killed in caves or buried by
explosions, and Brown said officials were optimistic about finding the remains
of Genaust and other servicemen.
''We are looking at several caves,'' he said. ''We are looking for a number of
service members, including Genaust. We have maps dating back to World War II and
even GPS locations. So far, everything seems to be where it should be.''
Accounts of Genaust's death vary, but he was believed to have been killed in or
near a cave on ''Hill 362A.''
On March 4, 1945, Marines were securing the cave, and are believed to have asked
Genaust to use his movie camera light to illuminate their way. He volunteered to
shine the light in the cave, and when he did he was killed by enemy fire. The
cave was secured after a gunfight, and its entrance sealed.
''We decided that the only way to determine if his remains were there was to
work on the ground,'' Webb said. ''We believe his remains may be in there, along
with the remains of the Japanese.''
Separately, Japan on Monday returned to using the prewar name for Iwo Jima at
the urging of its original inhabitants, who want to reclaim an identity they say
has been hijacked by high-profile movies like Clint Eastwood's ''Letters from
Iwo Jima.''
The new name, Iwo To, was adopted by the Japanese Geographical Survey Institute
in consultation with Japan's coast guard.
----------
Associated Press writer Michael Rubinkam
contributed to this report from
Philadelphia.
U.S. Searching for Iwo
Jima Marine, NYT, 22.6.2007,
http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/world/AP-Iwo-Jima-Marine.html
Basics
Portable Media Players
Aim for the Masses
October 19, 2006
The New York Times
By MICHEL MARRIOTT
SEDUCTIVELY lighted music players may be
hogging retail shelf space, but their overshadowed cousin, the portable media
player, is looking increasingly attractive.
A new generation of portable media players — primarily designed to play video
but, in some instances, to record it — is arriving in stores and on the Web.
Many of the players are svelte, easy to use and less expensive than their
predecessors. They can hold music videos or full-length movies, as well as play
music and display digital photos. And more consumers are taking notice.
EchoStar Communications, the parent company of the satellite television service
Dish Network, has done more than take notice. This fall, Dish Network is
promoting a line of media players that customers can use to record or transfer
television programs and movies for portable viewing. The devices, which the
company is calling PocketDish players, are priced from $150 to $400.
“The key to this is the on-the-go lifestyle, people on trains, commuting, on
planes, families with a digital video recorder but no time to sit and watch the
programs on television,” said Cory Jo Vasquez, an EchoStar spokeswoman.
Meanwhile, broadening lines of media players are available at national outlets
like Wal-Mart and RadioShack. Executives at Archos, the French company widely
credited with creating the category in 2002, said that the number of retail
outlets for its products in the United States had increased to 7,000 this fall,
from 1,600 in July.
Part of the allure, consumers and retailers say, is that the category is
maturing, offering more features at lower prices. Media players start as low as
$100 and generally cost no more than $500 for full-featured models with large,
bright screens, high storage capacity and recording options.
“The notion of viewing video on portable devices started to be a lot more
popular after Apple introduced that functionality on the iPod,” said Ross Rubin,
a consumer electronics analyst, referring to the fifth-generation iPod
introduced last fall.
But Mr. Rubin, the director of industry analysis for the NPD Group, noted that
the video-enabled iPod uses a smallish liquid-crystal-display screen (2.5
inches) for playback, as do other music players that also play video, including
the Microsoft Zune, scheduled for release next month.
Dedicated media players with larger screens have tended to be bulky and overly
complicated, critics have noted. They also have generally cost much more than
music players that double as video players, Mr. Rubin said. For example, an
entry-level iPod that plays video costs about $250. Last year, large-screen
video players could easily cost twice that; now they are typically priced at
$300 to $400.
“Those are still not high-volume products within the portable media player
category,” Mr. Rubin said of the larger, feature-laden video players. “They are
not a mainstream phenomenon yet.”
But Larry Smith, chief operating officer for Archos, said consumers had made it
clear this year that what they wanted were portable devices that could richly
and easily deliver video entertainment. “We think that is a validation of what
we have been developing over the last four to five years.”
Mr. Smith noted that not only had media player technologies greatly improved
this year, so had the means for getting content for the players, whether
recording it directly on the players, dragging and dropping video files from
computers, or transferring video from digital recorders like TiVo and on-demand
services like AOL Video.
Archos’s products include the new 404 ($300, or $350 for a model that records
video in DVD quality) and the 504 (which comes in 40-, 80- and 160-gigabyte
versions that cost $350, $400 and $600). At the top of the line is the Archos
604, a full-featured player that the company says is the thinnest wide-screen
device on the market, at 0.6 inches.
The 604 ($350) has a bright, high-resolution 4.3-inch screen and a 30-gigabyte
hard drive that Archos representatives say can store up to 85 movies, 300,000
pictures or 15,000 songs. The 604 can read all standard video formats with DVD
resolution; the absence of that ability has hindered many other media players,
analysts said.
A standout feature of the new Archos media players is the introduction of the
DVR station. It is a separate dock that houses the players’ video recording
capacity and a collection of audiovisual input, output and data ports. Mr. Smith
said that moving the recording function to the accessory (which costs $100, or
$80 when purchased with a player) allowed the players to be smaller and less
expensive, yet have larger screens.
The docking station can schedule recording from most sources, including
televisions, cable and satellite set-top boxes, DVD players and videocassette
recorders, Mr. Smith said. The station can also play content on television at
DVD quality and in 5.1 surround sound. Later this fall, Mr. Smith said, the 604
will come in a Wi-Fi version ($450) that can receive content wirelessly.
The new Zen Vision W by Creative, like the 604, features a wide-screen, 4.3-inch
display. It ships with a 30-gigabyte hard drive, but is also available in a
60-gigabyte model that can store up to 240 hours of video.
The Zen Vision W, priced at $300 to $500, reads many of the leading video
formats; it includes an FM tuner and voice recorder, but does not record video.
Generally, content is transferred from a computer by a U.S.B. 2.0 line.
The PMP7040 by Coby ($330) offers a whopping seven-inch screen. Like the Zen
Vision W, it does not directly record video, but it plays video in various
formats. It also plays digital music.
Doghouse Electronics, a start-up company in Birmingham, Ala., has recently
introduced its first products, the 3.5-inch ($300) and 4-inch ($350) RoverTV
portable media players. While both pocket-size devices can play many video
formats, they also record from television sets, digital video recorders, DVD
players and other sources.
The players use flash memory, and each comes with a 2-gigabyte memory card that
can store up to four hours of high-quality video and 2,800 songs, said the
company’s founder and chairman, Jim Howard. The players include FM tuners.
Other new media players that store their contents in flash memory — but do not
record video — include the K-Pex by Kingston Technology, which starts at $130
and is hardly larger than a candy bar. It has a two-inch screen and one gigabyte
of memory built in as well as an expansion slot for a miniSD card. Content,
including music, pictures and text, can be transferred by a high-speed U.S.B.
connection.
And in a nod to pre-teenagers, Tiger Electronics released last month the
Massively Mini media player ($80), a child’s palm-size video and music player
with an FM radio and a color screen about the size of a postage stamp. The
player has 128 megabytes of built-in storage. It, too, uses a U.S.B. connection
to transfer content, including pictures.
For videos, the shiny little player comes with video conversion software.
Content suitable for children, including short clips from Cartoon Network and
interviews with youth stars like Hilary Duff, can also be downloaded free from
www.Tigertube.com. And for adults, the media players seem to have bridged an
important divide.
“Typically, I would have said that this would be more geared toward early
adopters and men,” said Ms. Vasquez, the EchoStar spokeswoman. “But what we’re
finding in doing our research is that women are taking more of a front row in
adopting these technologies these days.”
Portable Media Players Aim for the Masses, NYT, 19.10.2006,
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/19/technology/19basics.html
Jerome Liebling
NYT
October 18, 2006
Jerome Liebling’s “Morning, Monessen, Pa.”
(1983).
The filmmaker Ken Burns said
Mr. Liebling taught him that “all meaning accrues
in duration.”
The Still-Life Mentor to a Filmmaking
Generation
NYT
19 October 2006
https://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/19/
arts/design/19lieb.html
The Still-Life
Mentor
to a Filmmaking Generation
October 19, 2006
The New York Times
By RANDY KENNEDY
For much of a half-century of taking quiet,
subtly powerful pictures that demand and reward long looking, Jerome Liebling
has been known as a photographer’s photographer. The label is both a high
compliment and an acknowledgment that Mr. Liebling, now 82, has not enjoyed the
acclaim accorded to many of his contemporaries who first took their cameras to
the streets of New York after World War II.
But a more fitting way to describe Mr. Liebling would be as a documentarian’s
photographer. And judged by that standard, his work has rarely suffered from a
lack of attention. In fact, spend any time watching the films of Ken Burns, or
those of the legions of documentary makers he has inspired, and you will see Mr.
Liebling’s work, in a sense, even if you have never laid eyes on one of his
photographs.
His influence on a generation of nonfiction filmmakers — what Mr. Burns
describes as “all of us coming within Jerry’s radiational sphere” — will be the
subject of a tribute tonight at the Museum of Television and Radio by several of
the students taught by Mr. Liebling, starting in the early 1970’s.
While Mr. Burns is probably the best known of the group, Mr. Liebling also
taught Buddy Squires, the cinematographer who has helped to shape many of Mr.
Burns’s films, as well as the directors Roger Sherman, Kirk Simon, Karen Goodman
and Amy Stechler, who have several Emmys and Academy Award nominations among
them. Sometimes called the Hampshire Mafia, they all attended Hampshire, the
experimental college in Amherst, Mass., which has produced an unusual number of
successful filmmakers and photographers.
Interviewed this week in a Midtown Manhattan studio as he was editing “The War,”
an epic soldier’s-eye view of World War II that is to run next year on PBS, Mr.
Burns described how he set off for Hampshire College in 1971 with youthful
Hollywood dreams of becoming the next John Ford. But under the tutelage first of
the photographer Elaine Mayes and then of Mr. Liebling, and no doubt also
propelled by Hampshire’s Age of Aquarius idealism — no grades, no departments,
no tenure — he fell in love with the power and relative purity of documentary
filmmaking.
Mr. Burns recalled how he and his fellow students were terrified of Mr.
Liebling. A gravel-voiced Brooklynite who had served with the 82nd Airborne
Division in World War II before studying with Paul Strand and joining the Photo
League, Mr. Liebling had founded one of the first college-level photography and
film programs at the University of Minnesota, where he spent 20 years. The fear
was fueled less by Mr. Liebling’s gruffness, he said, than by the fierce honesty
of his teaching and by his pictures, which were firmly rooted in the social
documentary tradition but seemed to have a resonance that transcended their
genre.
“He was so authentic, in a way that a lot of us had never experienced,” Mr.
Burns said. “You wanted to be like him. You wanted to tell the truth. You’d go
out to take pictures with him, and we all saw the same things he did, and then
we’d come back, and he’d put up his prints, and you’d put up yours, and you were
devastated.”
He added, still seeming to wince all these years later at the memory: “Sometimes
you’d do some work you thought was really great, and you’d show it to him, and
he’d stand there for a while and then say, ‘Well ...’ And it was like, ‘Oh God.’
That was all it took. That ‘well.’ You knew you hadn’t done it.”
Mr. Liebling is often mentioned in the company of other photographers with cult
followings among their peers, like Frederick Sommer or Dave Heath, whose classic
1965 collection, “A Dialogue with Solitude,” has long been out of print. But Mr.
Liebling’s interest in documentary filmmaking — which he has also pursued
through the years — has embedded his legacy deeply in the American documentary
style that has emerged over the last 30 years.
On the most practical level, Mr. Burns said, Mr. Liebling led him to realize how
still photographs could be incorporated powerfully into documentaries. It’s a
technique that has become so closely associated with Mr. Burns’s style that
Apple’s iPhoto software now offers a feature called the Ken Burns Effect, which
incorporates slow, portentous zooms and pans into otherwise ordinary slide shows
of family snapshots.
“The essential DNA of all my films issues from still photography,” Mr. Burns
said. But Mr. Liebling’s influence on his work, he said, reached much deeper, to
a personal and ultimately philosophical level that has guided many of his
choices of subject and approach.
“It was this broadly humanistic mantra that he instilled in us,” he said,
adding: “Jerry turned me and made me look inward, and it was not always a
comfortable thing. I changed as a result of it. It was like molting.” He also
taught, Mr. Burns said, that “all meaning accrues in duration — sometimes you
have to just slow down and look.”
Mr. Burns smiled and added: “Of course, when you ask Jerry about this, he’s not
going to cop to any of it. He’s just going to say, ‘What’s Kenny talking about?’
”
But in a telephone interview Mr. Liebling actually did cop, at least to some of
it. He said that when he was a child of the 1930’s in New York, his photographic
impulse from the start was to “go figure out where the pain was, to show things
that people wouldn’t see unless I was showing them.”
In doing so, his subject matter was often dark and uncompromisingly
noncommercial: the blood-drenched workers at a Minnesota slaughterhouse; mental
patients in a state hospital; cadavers used by New York medical students.
In teaching, he said, he tried mostly to impart a deep suspicion of dogma, of
piousness and of the compromises that can lie just beneath the surface of
American culture. “I wanted them to see that there are no shortcuts,” he said.
“It’s too easy if everything is soft, and you can just buy your way and live
well.
“I kept asking: ‘Where is your work coming from? Why are you doing it? What is
it you see?’ And after a while they started to really look.”
Mr. Liebling, interviewed as he was preparing to drive from Amherst to New York
for the tribute, part of the museum’s annual documentary festival, was asked if
it bothered him that his work was not better known (though it is in several
major collections, including those of the Museum of Modern Art and the Corcoran
Gallery in Washington).
“Would I want to sell more?” he said, laughing. “Well, yeah. Who wouldn’t?” But
he added: “Basically, I just hope that what I have to say in the photographs has
validity and that I did it as well as I could.”
Though age has finally begun to slow him, he said, he is still hard at work with
a camera and has in fact just returned to printing a series of pictures he first
began in 1979 in an apple orchard near his house.
“I guess that’s a long time to be working on an apple orchard, isn’t it?” he
said. “But the apples still keep growing each year.”
The
Still-Life Mentor to a Filmmaking Generation,
NYT, 19.10.2006,
https://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/19/arts/design/19lieb.html
Iowa Town,
People Evolve in Photo Project
July 29, 2006
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Filed at 2:35 p.m. ET
The New York Times
OXFORD, Iowa (AP) -- At first, John Honn felt
like so many of his neighbors -- a tad suspicious when Peter Feldstein announced
his plan to photograph all 676 residents in town. For some, like Tim Hennes,
there was also a reluctance to take part in the ''artsy'' ventures of Feldstein,
who despite having lived in Oxford for six years was by some accounts still a
newcomer.
Yet there they are, part of a collection of friends, neighbors, relatives,
classmates, lovers and ex-lovers, colleagues, drinking buddies and quilting
partners, each frozen in an insignificant instant of their lives more than 20
years ago in black and white.
Honn, a buckskinner by trade at the time, seems poised to wrestle bear: With his
unruly beard, dressed in frontier-style shirt, pants and moccasins, his right
hand clutches the barrel of a shotgun that stands upright by his side. Hennes,
21 when photographed, stands with only a hint of smile on his face in cut-off
jeans and a worn T-shirt, his left hand clasping his right wrist at the waist.
''I don't remember exactly why I finally went down to the studio that day, other
than I think I felt it had become some sense of obligation because Peter was so
persistent,'' Hennes says. ''I don't think people could help but wonder what he
was doing ... or what was to be gained from it.''
At the time, not even Feldstein -- who snapped portraits of 670 residents of
this eastern Iowa town that summer -- knew what to think or do with his work.
After a brief exhibition at the American Legion Hall, Feldstein gathered up his
prints and stashed the negatives in storage.
''I had no intention of ever coming back and doing this again,'' says Feldstein,
who retired last year after teaching photography at the University of Iowa for
32 years.
Now, more than two decades later, he is tracking down anyone who hasn't died,
moved or been sent to jail for another round of portraits.
The same rules apply. Subjects wear what they want. Each stands on the same
sidewalk square fronting a plaster wall on the side of Feldstein's Main Street
studio. None are posed. Smiles, gestures, expressions are optional. No one is
allowed to peek at his or her original portrait before Feldstein shoots a new
one.
So far, Feldstein has reshot about 60. Matched side-by-side, the portraits show
the obvious signs of aging, maturity, weight gain and loss, graying hair. Babies
and children have morphed into 20-something nurses, truck drivers and teachers.
But there is also evidence that some human traits and idiosyncrasies are
impervious to time and change.
Don Saxton, the mayor then and now, still prefers striped, short sleeved shirts.
In both portraits, Pat Henckleman tilts her head slightly left and reveals an
enduring fondness for Docksiders. Jim Jirus still wears his seed corn hat cocked
to the right.
In the current phase of his project, Feldstein has added a new twist, thanks to
the help of friend Stephen Bloom, an author and journalism professor at the
University of Iowa. Based on interviews, Bloom has crafted short narratives that
lend a confessional, poetic and unvarnished dimension to the lives in
Feldstein's then-and-now portraits.
In their own words, Oxford residents share struggles with alcohol or abuse. Some
recount romantic first encounters with spouses, their faith in God, displeasure
with President Bush or, in the case of Jim Hoyt, the recurring nightmares from
being one of the first four American soldiers to liberate the Buchenwald
concentration camp in Weimar, Germany, during World War II.
Hennes, photographed again last summer, strikes a pose similar to his original,
even down to the way he clasps his left hand over his right wrist at the waist.
In his essay, he likens himself to George Bailey, James Stewart's character in
the movie classic ''It's a Wonderful Life,'' and shares how his dream of getting
out of Oxford to attend college in Hawaii was forever altered by one simple act.
''On the way home one day, I stopped at Slim's, and that's where I met Robin.
Today we have two girls, ages 16 and 13. I've been on the Oxford City Council
for eight years, and now I'm on my second term on the school board. That trip to
Hawaii was my ticket out,'' he says.
Honn, now a Pentecostal minister, was photographed in 2005 wearing a blue
blazer, dress pants and tie, his beard neatly trimmed; he holds a Bible in his
left hand. In the essay, Honn talks of his former obsession with coon hunting,
hearing God speak to him for the first time at age 16, and his religious
conversion and beliefs.
''I've seen devils, demons, and angels,'' he says. ''I once had a demon come to
my bedroom. His face was a silver outline. I rassled with him on the bed.''
Feldstein says he has no favorites, but is particularly fond of the images and
intimate tale of Ben Stoker.
When he was first photographed in 1984, Stoker is a just weeks old, cradled in
the arms of his father. In the portrait taken last summer, Stoker, in a T-shirt,
long baggy shorts and a baseball cap worn backward, creases a slight smile, his
hands clasped behind his back.
''When I was 10, the man holding me -- my dad -- died,'' reads Stoker's
narrative. ''Pretty much I think of my dad every day. I remember feeling his
beard against my face as a little boy. Two years ago, when I was 19, my mother
died of cancer. She was my guiding light. I'd be a liar if I said that
everything is all right.''
Inspired by the photography of Mike DisFarmer, whose vast collection of
portraits chronicled post-Depression life in the rural South, Feldstein and
Bloom say their Oxford Project offers a unique and authentic look at personal
change and life in a small, Midwestern community.
''But at the same time, this project is not just about Oxford,'' Bloom says.
''This is real. These people and their stories reflect who we are ... wherever
we live.''
Interest in the work is growing. Feldstein and Bloom are negotiating a book deal
with two publishers. Next year, they intend to exhibit the work at the Des
Moines Art Center and they've had inquiries from other galleries.
Like the people captured by Feldstein's camera, the last 20 years have also
brought change to Oxford, which hosted more than 4,000 people in 1948 when
President Harry Truman made it one of several whistle stops during his
re-election campaign.
Located about 15 miles west of Iowa City, Oxford has grown to 725, its growth
evident mainly in the new subdivisions and the commuters who live there.
Gone are the multiple grocery stores, hardware store and downtown diners,
victims of the crash in the farm economy of the 1980s. A violent storm in 1998
wiped out a healthy swath of old growth trees that shaded homes along its quiet
streets. It's reputation as an outlaw, rough-and-tumble town has softened with
the closure of a handful of taverns.
But as much as the project documents changes in Oxford and its inhabitants,
Feldstein acknowledges that his work has caused a personal transformation.
''Because of this second time around, I've really come to realize that I love
the people of this town,'' he says. ''I'm seeing a goodness and a kindness in a
lot of people that I didn't expect it from.''
Iowa
Town, People Evolve in Photo Project,
NYT, 29.7.2006,
http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/us/AP-Oxford-Project.html
Arnold Newman,
Portrait Photographer Who
Captured
the Essence of His Subjects,
Dies at 88
June 7, 2006
The New York Times
By ANDY GRUNDBERG
Arnold Newman, the portrait photographer whose
pictures of some of the world's most eminent people set a standard for artistic
interpretation and stylistic integrity in the postwar age of picture magazines,
died yesterday in Manhattan. He was 88 and lived on the Upper West Side.
The apparent cause was a heart attack, said Ron Kurtz, the owner of Commerce
Graphics, which represents Mr. Newman.
A polished craftsman, Mr. Newman first learned his trade by making 49-cent
studio portraits in Philadelphia. He went on to become one of the world's
best-known and most admired photographers, his work appearing on the covers of
magazines like Life and Look, in museum and gallery exhibitions and in
coffee-table books.
Mr. Newman was credited with popularizing a style of photography that became
known as environmental portraiture. Working primarily on assignment for
magazines, he carried his camera and lighting equipment to his subjects,
capturing them in their surroundings and finding in those settings visual
elements to evoke their professions and personalities.
Perhaps his most celebrated image is a 1946 portrait of the composer Igor
Stravinsky. Stravinsky, his expression deeply serious, is confined to the bottom
left corner of the picture, cropped to his head and shoulders, an elbow resting
on the piano, his hand supporting his head. The rest of the photograph is taken
up by the raised lid of a large grand piano, strategically silhouetted against a
blank wall, which is divided off-center into a gray and white rectangle. The lid
forms the reversed shape of a leaning, abstract musical note.
By contrast, his 1949 portrait of the Modernist artist Jean Arp was taken at
such an extreme close-up that the viewer sees only a hand, the right eye and a
cheek and a curving, sensuous form that is unidentifiable but evocative.
Each Newman photograph had a metaphoric quality. For the folk painter Grandma
Moses he arranged a homey shot, posing her in her Victorian parlor like the
woman in "Whistler's Mother." The fashion photographer Cecil Beaton was
captured, beautifully dressed, in the salon of his English country house. For
Andy Warhol, Mr. Newman composed a surreal close-up collage in which he cut out
Warhol's features and repositioned them askew from where they would normally be.
The "environmental" approach was what largely distinguished Mr. Newman's
portraits from those of his contemporaries. Richard Avedon and Irving Penn, for
example, preferred to work within the bald white arena of their studios.
A Face of Evil
Mr. Newman's methods had more in common with the candid, photojournalistic style
of portraiture developed by Henri Cartier-Bresson and Alfred Eisenstaedt. But he
was more deliberate about composition; his gift for formal design was always
much in evidence. He used a large-format camera and tripod to ensure that every
detail of a scene was recorded.
"As my own approach took form, it became evident that a good portrait had first
to be a good photograph," he said in a companion book to a 1986 exhibition,
"Arnold Newman: Five Decades," organized by the Museum of Photographic Arts in
San Diego. The exhibition was just one of many in his career; beyond his
magazine work, he established an enviable reputation in the art world. Gallery
exhibitions began presenting his work as early as 1941.
Mr. Newman's best-known images were in black and white, although he often
photographed in color. Several of his trademark portraits were reproduced in
color and in black and white. Perhaps the most famous was a sinister picture of
the German industrialist Alfried Krupp, taken for Newsweek in 1963. Krupp,
long-faced and bushy-browed, is made to look like Mephistopheles incarnate:
smirking, his fingers clasped as he confronts the viewer against the background
of a assembly line in the Ruhr. In the color version his face has a greenish
cast.
The impression it leaves was no accident: Mr. Newman knew that Krupp had used
slave labor in his factories during the Nazi reign and that he had been
imprisoned after World War II for his central role in Hitler's war machine.
"When he saw the photos, he said he would have me declared persona non grata in
Germany," Mr. Newman said of Krupp.
Mr. Newman enjoyed personifying the stereotypically irascible New Yorker. He
often used his gregariousness to coax attitudes or gestures from his subjects.
But he never endorsed the critical term widely used to describe his style of
portraiture.
"Although my approach has become popularly known as environmental portraiture,"
he wrote in the early 1980's, "it only suggests a part of what I have been doing
and am doing. Overlooked is that my approach is also symbolic and
impressionistic or whatever label one cares to use."
He specialized in photographing artists, beginning with those of the New York
School of Abstract Expressionist painters, whom he met in New York in the
1940's. He later photographed Picasso, Braque, Miró and other major European
Modernists. In the 1960's and 70's his subjects, in addition to Warhol, included
Frank Stella, Claes Oldenburg and Louise Nevelson.
He was also admired for his photographs of American presidents, from John F.
Kennedy to Gerald R. Ford, as well as world leaders like Haile Selassie of
Ethiopia and David Ben-Gurion of Israel. His portrait of President Lyndon B.
Johnson was chosen as the official White House portrait.
Arnold Abner Newman was born March 3, 1918, in New York, the second of three
sons of a clothing manufacturer and his wife. When he was 2, his father's
business failed and the family moved to Atlantic City, where his father became a
dry-goods merchant and managed several small hotels. During the Depression the
family lived part of the year in Miami Beach, where Mr. Newman's father operated
resort hotels.
After graduating from high school in Miami Beach in 1936, he studied painting at
the University of Miami, initially on a scholarship. But after two years he was
unable to afford college and decided to pursue a burgeoning interest in
photography, moving to Philadelphia to work for a chain of portrait studios.
There he socialized with students at what was then called the Philadelphia
Museum School of Industrial Arts, where Alexey Brodovitch, the influential art
director of Harper's Bazaar, was teaching. The experimental approach that
Brodovitch encouraged apparently found its way to Mr. Newman through those
students. His photographs soon showed a penchant for graphic simplicity.
In his time away from work, Mr. Newman began to take social-documentary
photographs in the manner of Walker Evans and Dorothea Lange and, more
creatively, to produce graphically abstract views of city walls, porches and
chairs.
He returned to Florida in 1939 to manage a portrait studio in West Palm Beach.
Three years later he opened his own business, the Newman Portrait Studio in
Miami Beach, which he ran during World War II. He traveled to New York
frequently and had the first exhibition of his work at the A. D. Gallery in
Manhattan. He met Alfred Stieglitz, Beaumont Newhall and Ansel Adams, then the
most influential figures in art photography.
Artists in Their Habitats
Beginning in 1941 he produced a series of cutout collages, in which he
engineered Cubist effects by cutting his prints into various shapes and
combining them to form disjointed images. He returned to this technique in the
1960's in his interpretive portrait of Warhol as well as similar ones of the
artist Dan Flavin and the writer Henry Miller, among others.
It was also in 1941 that he took his first artistically successful environmental
portraits. And it was then that he began photographing artists in earnest. Among
his subjects were Marc Chagall, Marcel Duchamp and Piet Mondrian. Most are
pictured with examples of their work.
He stayed with that approach for essentially the rest of his career, with some
exceptions: his most widely reproduced portrait of Picasso, for example, taken
in France in 1954, shows only the artist in close-up, holding his hand to his
brow.
In 1945 the Philadelphia Museum of Art organized an exhibition of Newman
portraits of artists. When the show, "Artists Look Like This," closed, the
museum bought the prints.
After the war, in 1946, Mr. Newman relocated to New York and opened Arnold
Newman Studios. By now Brodovitch was well aware of Mr. Newman's growing renown
and gave him assignments to take portraits for Harper's Bazaar. One was the
famous Stravinsky photograph, which was rejected for publication. But soon Life,
Look and Holiday were calling, too. In 1947 alone, four of Mr. Newman's
photographs appeared on the cover of Life magazine, and in the 1950's, Life and
other magazines sent him to Europe, Africa and Asia to take portraits.
Despite his many assignments for Life, he never joined its celebrated
photography staff, choosing to remain a freelancer even after his marriage, in
1949, to Augusta Rubenstein and the birth of their two sons, Eric and David. All
survive Mr. Newman, Eric living in Minneapolis and David in Portland, Ore. Four
grandchildren also survive him.
In 1953 Mr. Newman's work was the subject of a second museum exhibition, at the
Art Institute of Chicago, and by the end of the 50's his pictures were so
pervasive — many as advertising assignments — that he was voted one of the
world's 10 best photographers in a poll published by Popular Photography
magazine.
A Focus on World Leaders
In the 1960's, however, Mr. Newman's environmental approach to the portrait lost
favor as rebellious and Surrealist-influenced styles gained in popularity. For
some critics and collectors, what once looked so fresh and original now seemed
too facile; his attention to powerful and successful men and women appeared, in
those counterculture days, as too flattering; and his immaculate work seemed too
sleek and too well-made. But the rise of the art market for photographs in the
1970's brought his work to the attention of a new generation.
In 1979 the National Portrait Gallery in London commissioned Mr. Newman to
create portraits of Britain's leading cultural and intellectual figures. The
work, appearing in an exhibition and a book called "The Great British," created
a stir largely because no British photographer had been deemed adequate to the
task. In 1992 the National Portrait Gallery in Washington produced an American
counterpart, "Arnold Newman's Americans," using pictures selected from his work
of the last 50 years.
Mr. Newman remained characteristically caustic about the enthusiasm for what is
now known as art photography. "Those who call themselves art photographers are
pompous, arrogant egoists," he told The Detroit News in 1993.
Mr. Newman taught photography at Cooper Union for many years, and the book, "One
Mind's Eye," a collection of his finest portraits published in 1974, became a
popular coffee-table accessory for many collectors. Other books devoted to his
work are "Bravo Stravinksy" (1967), "Artists: Portraits From Four Decades"
(1980) and "Arnold Newman's Americans" (1992).
Mr. Newman photographed so many of the world's most prominent and accomplished
men and women that it sometimes seemed as if there was no public figure that his
lens had left untouched. But there were subjects he generally steered clear of:
actors, actresses, rock stars and anyone he considered, as he put it, "famous
for being famous."
"I hate the whole idea of celebrity," he said.
Arnold Newman, Portrait Photographer
Who Captured the Essence of His Subjects,
Dies at 88,
NYT,
7.6.2006,
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/07/arts/07newman.html
Art
The Theater of the Street,
the Subject of
the Photograph
March 19, 2006
The New York Times
By PHILIP GEFTER
IN 1999 Philip-Lorca diCorcia set up his
camera on a tripod in Times Square, attached strobe lights to scaffolding across
the street and, in the time-honored tradition of street photography, took a
random series of pictures of strangers passing under his lights. The project
continued for two years, culminating in an exhibition of photographs called
"Heads" at Pace/MacGill Gallery in Chelsea. "Mr. diCorcia's pictures remind us,
among other things, that we are each our own little universe of secrets, and
vulnerable," Michael Kimmelman wrote, reviewing the show in The New York Times.
"Good art makes you see the world differently, at least for a while, and after
seeing Mr. diCorcia's new 'Heads,' for the next few hours you won't pass another
person on the street in the same absent way." But not everyone was impressed.
When Erno Nussenzweig, an Orthodox Jew and retired diamond merchant from Union
City, N.J., saw his picture last year in the exhibition catalog, he called his
lawyer. And then he sued Mr. diCorcia and Pace for exhibiting and publishing the
portrait without permission and profiting from it financially. The suit sought
an injunction to halt sales and publication of the photograph, as well as
$500,000 in compensatory damages and $1.5 million in punitive damages.
The suit was dismissed last month by a New York State Supreme Court judge who
said that the photographer's right to artistic expression trumped the subject's
privacy rights. But to many artists, the fact that the case went so far is
significant.
The practice of street photography has a long tradition in the United States,
with documentary and artistic strains, in big cities and small towns.
Photographers usually must obtain permission to photograph on private property —
including restaurants and hotel lobbies — but the freedom to photograph in
public has long been taken for granted. And it has had a profound impact on the
history of the medium. Without it, Lee Friedlander would not have roamed the
streets of New York photographing strangers, and Walker Evans would never have
produced his series of subway portraits in the 1940's.
Remarkably, this was the first case to directly challenge that right. Had it
succeeded, "Subway Passenger, New York City," 1941, along with a vast number of
other famous images taken on the sly, might no longer be able to be published or
sold.
In his lawsuit, Mr. Nussenzweig argued that use of the photograph interfered
with his constitutional right to practice his religion, which prohibits the use
of graven images.
New York state right-to-privacy laws prohibit the unauthorized use of a person's
likeness for commercial purposes, that is, for advertising or purposes of trade.
But they do not apply if the likeness is considered art. So Mr. diCorcia's
lawyer, Lawrence Barth, of Munger, Tolles & Olson in Los Angeles, focused on the
context in which the photograph appeared. "What was at issue in this case was a
type of use that hadn't been tested against First Amendment principles before —
exhibition in a gallery; sale of limited edition prints; and publication in an
artist's monograph," he said in an e-mail message. "We tried to sensitize the
court to the broad sweep of important and now famous expression that would be
chilled over the past century under the rule urged by Nussenzweig." Among
others, he mentioned Alfred Eisenstaedt's famous image of a sailor kissing a
nurse in Times Square on V-J Day in 1945, when Allied forces announced the
surrender of Japan.
Several previous cases were also cited in Mr. diCorcia's defense. In Hoepker v.
Kruger (2002), a woman who had been photographed by Thomas Hoepker, a German
photographer, sued Barbara Kruger for using the picture in a piece called "It's
a Small World ... Unless You Have to Clean It." A New York federal court judge
ruled in Ms. Kruger's favor, holding that, under state law and the First
Amendment, the woman's image was not used for purposes of trade, but rather in a
work of art.
Also cited was a 1982 ruling in which the New York Court of Appeals sided with
The New York Times in a suit brought by Clarence Arrington, whose photograph,
taken without his knowledge while he was walking in the Wall Street area,
appeared on the cover of The New York Times Magazine in 1978 to illustrate an
article titled "The Black Middle Class: Making It." Mr. Arrington said the
picture was published without his consent to represent a story he didn't agree
with. The New York Court of Appeals held that The Times's First Amendment rights
trumped Mr. Arrington's privacy rights.
In an affidavit submitted to the court on Mr. diCorcia's behalf, Peter Galassi,
chief curator of photography at the Museum of Modern Art, said Mr. diCorcia's
"Heads" fit into a tradition of street photography well defined by artists
ranging from Alfred Stieglitz and Henri Cartier-Bresson to Robert Frank and
Garry Winogrand. "If the law were to forbid artists to exhibit and sell
photographs made in public places without the consent of all who might appear in
those photographs," Mr. Galassi wrote, "then artistic expression in the field of
photography would suffer drastically. If such a ban were projected
retroactively, it would rob the public of one of the most valuable traditions of
our cultural inheritance."
Neale M. Albert, of Paul, Weiss, Rifkind, Wharton & Garrison, who represented
Pace/MacGill, said the case surprised him: "I have always believed that the
so-called street photographers do not need releases for art purposes. In over 30
years of representing photographers, this is the first time a person has raised
a complaint against one of my clients by reason of such a photograph."
State Supreme Court Justice Judith J. Gische rejected Mr. Nussenzweig's claim
that his privacy had been violated, ruling on First Amendment grounds that the
possibility of such a photograph is simply the price every person must be
prepared to pay for a society in which information and opinion freely flow. And
she wrote in her decision that the photograph was indeed a work of art.
"Defendant diCorcia has demonstrated his general reputation as a photographic
artist in the international artistic community," she wrote.
But she indirectly suggested that other cases might be more challenging. "Even
while recognizing art as exempted from the reach of New York's privacy laws, the
problem of sorting out what may or may not legally be art remains a difficult
one," she wrote. As for the religious claims, she said: "Clearly, plaintiff
finds the use of the photograph bearing his likeness deeply and spiritually
offensive. While sensitive to plaintiff's distress, it is not redressable in the
courts of civil law."
Mr. diCorcia, whose book of photographs "Storybook Life" was published in 2004,
said that in setting up his camera in Times Square in 1999: "I never really
questioned the legality of what I was doing. I had been told by numerous editors
I had worked for that it was legal. There is no way the images could have been
made with the knowledge and cooperation of the subjects. The mutual exclusivity
that conflict or tension, is part of what gives the work whatever quality it
has."
Mr. Nussenzweig is appealing. Last month his lawyer Jay Goldberg told The New
York Law Journal that his client "has lost control over his own image."
"It's a terrible invasion to me," Mr. Goldberg said. "The last thing a person
has is his own dignity."
Photography professionals are watching — and claiming equally high moral stakes.
Should the case proceed, said Howard Greenberg, of Howard Greenberg Gallery in
New York, "it would be a terrible thing, a travesty to those of us who have been
educated and illuminated by great street photography of the past and, hopefully,
the future, too."
The
Theater of the Street, the Subject of the Photograph,
NYT,
19.3.2006,
https://www.nytimes.com/2006/03/19/
arts/design/the-theater-of-the-street-
the-subject-of-the-photograph.html
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