The big problem for photography is the machine called ‘Camera’. Billions of snaps are churned out, most worth less than the chemicals and paper that created them. This relatively new and brilliant invention has been brutalised by the fumbling fingers and unfocused eyes of the ordinary man.
Politicans, pathologists, parents, paparazzi – everyone’s a photographer.
And now photography lies bleeding at the feet of Art, and won’t get up until 67 billion ‘ordinary users’ are rounded up and stripped of their accessories.
Studios should be equipped with a first-aid box for minor accidents, plus basic headache remedies, tampons etc. On an early catalogue shoot of some cheap, poorly made lingerie, I misidentified a loose white thread and smartly tugged a tampon out of the model. It shot off like a little rocket, coming to rest inside a reproduction Tiffany lamp.