I wrote, elsewhere, about preferring to record the tension back-stage at a recent gig in Stroud, one which Dave and I photographed, together with some others we'd never before met.
It could be argued that a room full of photographers simply added to the collective angst, since it’s long been an established theory that the mere presence of a purely passive observer, however objective, always has the potential to influence the dynamics of any situation.
So there we were, an illumination of photographers (to mint a collective noun), each bringing his or her own unique set of styles, skills and experience to the party, all of us consuming even more free space, adding bodies to the crowd, working around each other, all making our own individual images, never two the same, even of identical subjects.
It’s not the camera that makes the photograph, it’s the person behind it, as evidenced the portfolios.
2 comments:
I love collective nouns. they come to me all the time, and find themselves written down in notebooks. a delusion of angels came to me just the other day.
What would you call a collection of photographers. A click?
This makes an interesting and very well composed perspective of perspectives.
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