Category Archives: Photographers

Hidden Alcatraz

Book review.

Click for the book on Amazon

This slim book of some ninety photographs presents a current documentary on the cruel, decaying prison on Alcatraz Island in the bay of San Francisco. Cruel in so many ways, from the views of both the Golden Gate and Oakland Bay bridges, from the sounds of freedom wafting from the mainland on the prevailing wind, for the views of America’s most beautiful city so close yet out of reach. It’s as if it was located to enhance the suffering of the inmates for some sadistic purpose, purportedly in the service of man. The Constitution forbids cruel and unusual punishment and while there’s no excusing the actions of those who ended up in Alcatraz, there’s even less excuse for the sheer brutality of the concept.

Clint Eastwood starred in a fine movie Escape from Alcatraz which speaks to the only successful escape, by three inmates, which shows well the inhumanity of the place. Short, sharp and well acted by all, it’s an excellent companion piece to this book, whose Foreword by Peter Coyote is startlingly well written. What sort of person has it in him to become a prison guard, let alone a governor of such an institution?

This book has current pictures, many of which show the merciful decay of this horror story, and contains many memorable images. Perhaps the most poignant is also the simplest. It’s by Peikwen Cheng, appropriately enough a resident of a prison to over one billion souls, and appears on page 40. Titled ‘Days Go By’ it shows the scratches made on a cell wall by an inmate, counting the days of his incarceration. Nothing could be simpler or more powerful.

A mix of well reproduced color and monochrome images, the book is recommended if you like atmospheric photography with a message.

Weddings by Buissink

A true master of the genre.

While I have never wanted to make so much as one penny from taking pictures, I greatly respect those who do.

It’s a very tough way of making a living, made tougher in the digital age of “anyone can take a picture”, whereas in reality the percentage of camera owners who can do so has never been lower. Aunt Nellie with her POS point-and-shoot will make sure that the bride’s dress is eyeball searing white, not an iota of detail left in the trashed highlights and the groom’s tails will be every bit as lacking when it comes to detail in that expanse of black. Of course, there’s a good chance that everyone’s eyes will be closed and there will be a tree growing out of the bride’s head. There’s a reason Nellie’s pix are free and an equally good one why a real pro charges a great deal for his services.

Other than fashion photography where only a handful make a real living, surely one of the toughest fields has to be wedding photography. Except perhaps in Hollywood, there’s no repeat business for the most part. The stress is enormous. The photographer has to be a master orchestrator of diverse personalities on what is, for at least two of the participants, one of the most stressful days of their lives. The one trying to look her best and weak from all the fasting and exercise, the other trying to disregard the hangover. And the pictures must come out. Failure of equipment or technique is simply not an excuse. Further, everyone now expects to see the proofs at the reception after the wedding, so the photographer is running on fumes for the best part of a day. And did I mention the videos? Not my idea of fun, so when I see work of this nature done at an exceptional standard, my respect for the photographer is immense.

While it’s not a genre I’m especially into – it’s not like you search out wedding snaps to enjoy good photography – I know great work when I see it and none is better than that of Joe Buissink, a high-end wedding photographer in southern California. His work transcends the mere record which is most wedding photography and becomes art. The pictures are great despite the subject.

Here’s an example of the man’s art, taken from his web site. Cartier-Bresson would be proud of this one:

Click the picture for Joe Buissink’s superb web site.

No, you will not find ugly or fat (or ugly fat) people on his site, and for that we should all be truly grateful. His women are gorgeous, the way they should be on this most special of days in their life. His men are handsome. And the children properly dressed and simply divine.

The Balenciaga show

The pulse rises.

Update: My review of the show appears here.

How could anyone be less than thrilled at the prospect of seeing so many Balenciaga gowns in one place?

Watches have Patek Philippe. Cameras have Leica. Cars have Ferrari. And the most perfect clothes ever created have Basque designer Cristóbal Balenciaga. All marques in a Class of One and not a one remotely practical in the modern world. I confess to serious affairs with the first two, lust for the third and have come to the sad realization that a wearer of the fourth will not cross my path.

The photo for the exhibition at the DeYoung Museum in San Francisco, which showcases no fewer than one hundred and twenty Baleniciaga creations, is by the great American Vogue photographer John Rawlings, and if you don’t have the book of his work I suggest you rush out and get it right now.

Here’s how I saw it the other day in America’s finest city:

Poster for the Balenciaga show, Clay Street, downtown San Francisco.

More when I have visited the show.

The Blitz

Book review

This collection of photographs from 1939 -1944 London is simply riveting.

If you look at the severity of Germany’s unprovoked aerial bombardment of London in WWII, using deaths as a yardstick, then the worst year was 1940 when the might of the Luftwaffe poured death and destruction from the skies. The combined efforts of I G Farben (now Bayer, BASF and Hoechst) for chemicals, Daimler Benz, BMW, AEG and Siemens for hardware and Deutsche Bank and Commerz Bank for finance, aided in no small part by massive conscription of slave labor, made all that insanity possible. Needless to add, all those firms survive and prosper to this day, along with the vermin offspring of their parents.

So it is impossible to write objectively about what this book of war time photographs from the Daily Mirror’s reporter George Greenwell portrays, other than to wonder at the miracle which gave England the English Channel, the greatest of all defenses, and a half-American named Winston Churchill. Our son Winston – a simple act of gratitude – will never know how close he came to not seeing this world.

While some of the pictures here are undoubtedly propagandistic in nature, the reality is that people did get married in bombed out churches, kids did play in the ruins and life went on as best as it could. ‘Muddling through’ may be a trait ascribed to the English but realistically what else were they going to do? I bow in admiration to their wonderful grace and stoicism in these hardest of times.

What many forget, and this book makes clear, is that death from the skies was not confined to 1940. Almost as many died in London in 1944. This time, with the Luftwaffe finished, it took the form of the V1 pulse jet and V2 rocket flying bombs, the first effective guided, pilotless missiles. The V1 could be put out of action by the faster Spitfires who would daringly tip it over with a delicate nudge from a wing tip and a 100 mph speed advantage. The V2 was altogether a different proposition. At 1,800 mph it flew at more than twice the speed of sound and no 400 mph piston-engined, propeller aircraft was about to catch it. That little number was created by a brilliant rocketeer who became a more than willing member of the SS in 1937 and managed to look resolutely the other way while Jews and Poles died on his production lines creating his evil weapon.

What became of him?

A few short years later he was to be seen in one of the last ticker tape parades down Manhattan’s Broadway, proudly waving a Stars and Stripes, testimony to his new citizenship and to the fact that his Saturn V rocket had just made it possible for Neil Armstrong to make his ‘Giant Leap for Mankind’.

That rocketeer was named Wernher von Braun.

Helen Levitt

A New York street snapper.

A friend of the blog pointed me to a Helen Levitt show at the Cantor Arts Center at Stanford University in Palo Alto and I finally manage to toddle along. The show, named “In a New York Minute”, is worth attending if you can make it; unlike the overblown Cartier-Bresson one earlier this month at SF MOMA, this one has relatively few pictures on display and leaves you wanting more. That’s how it should be done. Plus you can see a great collection of Rodin sculptures and tour the Stanford campus while you are there.

The distinguishing feature of Levitt’s work is that it is never less than witty. Often it’s laugh-out-loud funny. You could never accuse HCB’s output of that.

You can read Levitt’s biography here. The theft of many of her color originals from her home only further emphasizes the need for every photographer to have multiple back-ups – there is no excuse in a digital age not to, using technology not available to Levitt.

Though there’s a paperback of Levitt’s work available for browsing in the gallery, their bookshop only has a very costly $60 hardback of her work. Duh! I asked the salesperson and she didn’t even know there was a paperback ….

No matter. Do the smart thing and order the same hardback from Amazon for much less. It’s beautifully printed and an essential addition to any street photography fan’s book library. I just ordered one of the last ones, so you may have to wait! But a search of remaindered booksellers will get you there for a like price.

Levitt’s work often features children and many of the images in the show are in color, which only adds to their impact. Color is another thing largely missing from HCB’s work which, if you have seen his color snaps, is just as well.

* * * * *

Here’s a typical Levitt photo, full of wit and whimsy:

The show is not lacking in humor either. There are but two props, visible in the following snaps, which I took once the ever watchful guard’s back was turned. (Excuse me, but why exactly are they ‘guarding’ machine made prints?) If you want to get a camera in there, don’t take a backpack as they make you check those. My shoulder bag, Panny G1 and all, survived the strip search ….

All snaps on the Panasonic G1 with the Olympus 9-18mm MFT superwide zoom at 9mm and at ISO 1600. In truth, that’s really pushing the poor little sensor in the G1 which starts emitting creaking sounds at anything much over ISO 400, but it works at a pinch when the light is really low. Levitt – and HCB – would have loved it!