Wednesday, October 12, 2011

That thing Matt Said...

I wish that I had become a “Concerned Photographer” like some photojournalists. It’s not that I don’t love street photography, but I think most of us would like to make a difference with our work, even though as a street photographer, its almost impossible in the first place. - Matt Weber to Bryan Formhals

When I started taking pictures, documentary was the mode that influenced my approach and that of most of my friends. Our models were the FSA guys, or Atget, every bit as much as Winogrand, Friedlander or Arbus were at that time. Maybe even more, since the newer guys were so hard to emulate without imitating. I've said in other contexts that I'd never heard the term "Street Photography" until I subscribed to Flickr, and that's true. HCB was a brilliant photographer, but he was also, importantly, a photojournalist. Just walking around on the street photographing was interesting and produced the occasional show stopper (and as Bryan says in the interview, it was a place to train your reflexes) but it didn't seem "serious" enough. So I get it when Matt says that thing about Concerned Photography, and if anything it tells me that we both came from the same generation. I was forever inventing projects and trying to pony-up documentary themes - whether they were anthropological, historical, sociological or journalistic. Anything to focus my attention and link me back to reality - to recording what was actually there in front of me.

Church interior. Alabama or Tennessee. Walker Evans, 1936

But of course, that wasn't really what I was doing. What I was really trying to do was get great pictures that looked like reality. And there was never a doubt that, whatever Roy Stryker may have been thinking, getting great images that evoked the aesthetic of Flaubert was what Evans was after (well, he said as much), and that Russell Lee was sure as Hell aware that his flash-lit shots inside of people's houses were the essence of the surreal, and that Ben Shahn was exploring a randomness that foreshadowed Winogrand's later aesthetic far more accurately than anything HCB had done.

Amphitheatre, county fair, central Ohio, 1938. Ben Shahn


The concerned photography thing is about changing the world, but it's rooted in the idea of documenting the world that needs changing. And it turns out that whether you're trying to change the world or just make great pictures, if you bother to include the world in your pictures at all, the documentary thing pretty much takes care of itself.

Children taking bath in their home in community camp. Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, 1939. Russell Lee

3 comments:

Mike Peters said...

Very well put Chuck. Seems those of us from a certain generation all have similar influences, and would like to have our photographs be relevant to the times we live in.

Matt Weber said...

Chuck,
I just bought a book called "Killed" which shows all of Stryker's rejects with a hole punched through the pictures. Many of the holes were through peoples faces! My whole library is filled with Evans, Russell, Shahn, Vachon, Bubley etc. I can never get enough FSA photos. I'm also one of the few people who loves Robert Frank, Winogrand & HCB equally, as I can appreciate their different approaches without choosing sides...

chuckp said...

Aha. You guys found my secret blog. Must be that Bryan guy. Mike, an interesting thing about posting pictures from the '70's or '80's is the frequency with which people comment about the documentary qualities of the image, even in cases where (contrary to what I say above)the documentary intent was hardly foremost in my mind. Matt, one of the funnest jobs I ever had (also, one of the most annoying) was as a picture researcher in DC back in the early '80's. Over the 3 years or so I did that, I looked at every FSA/OWI shot in the Library of Congress, both the prints and microfilms (which, unlike the prints, kept the original shooting order).

I'm pretty Catholic when it comes to photographers, no matter how different, but I have real trouble with the Cindy Sherman-esque school of the late '70's and '80's. which just seems like the height of art school self-indulgence to me. I'm a fossil. Can't help it.