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Candid Virtual Reality

A bit of fun.

When you are fiddling about with that panorama head and tripod it seems you become invisible. I was maybe a couple of feet away from the fat woman with the green blouse in this case. I told her what I was doing after I completed the eight shot routine and her reaction was “You mean we were in the picture?”. Then she returned to her super-sized hamburger.

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The ghostly arm near her results from a child coming/going in between overlapping pictures. I could have taken it out in Photoshop but left it in to illustrate one of the problems with candid QTVR photography and moving subjects.

Payola and conflicts of interest

Pulling punches in the photography ‘review’ world

When I was a lad I enjoyed reading car magazines if for no other reason that I dreamed of actually owning one. So it never hurt to read about Stuttgart’s or Modena’s latest. What beauty! What performance!

Then reality, cynicism if you prefer, set in. Many years ago the Wall Street Journal ran a page one article about the shameful conflicts of interest in the car magazine world. As they simply explained it, the quid pro quo for a good ‘review’ of the latest car was a free one year loan of the vehicle to the crook passing as a reviewer. (A rule that did not apply to Ferraris because the factory could not spare a car, having sold next year’s production already). This cannot be, I reasoned, so I wrote to Road & Track, to which I had a subscription, asking for a copy of their Conflicts of Interest policy. Well, guess what I received by return mail? A refund check for the balance of my subscription and not so much as a world of explanation. I suppose they guessed that when they admitted they had no such policy that a refund would be due anyway.

Except for one or two quirky specialist magazines which take no advertising, I have not subscribed to a car magazine since depositing that R&T check in 1983. I now read this garbage, well I don’t read it, I look at the pictures, at the local barber’s once a month. Much the same approach I adopted with regard to Playboy back in the days when the barber could actually display such a thing in his store without risking a five year to life sentence. When I read a car magazine, I want the bad as well as the good. When I read a girlie magazine I sure as hell do not need an interview with Jimmy Carrter.

What prompts this tirade is the lack of disclosures of conflicts among the broad population of camera equipment ‘reviewers’ whether in magazine or web formats. The bottom line is that unless I see a clear statement that the writer gets no remuneration – cash or in kind – from the manufacturer or his agents, then I’m not going to believe a word of what I read. What I am reading, I realize, is nothing more than a paid version of the press release. Whether paid directly, through advertising, tickets to the Superbowl or by equipment loan, it’s paid. Write something bad, Mr. Reviewer, and we will pull the advertising from your magazine or web site. And you can forget next year’s all expenses paid trip to Wimbledon.

Indeed, what I would really like to see is a statement that all equipment reviewed was paid for by the reviewer, but given the price of some of the better gear out there today, I realize that’s impossible. So it’s a really tough situation. Were I a manufacturer I would not lend you my gear unless I knew you would write well about it. And you cannot afford it if you want to tell the truth.

That leaves the web with its feedback from users on some of the better equipment sites. Now it can rightly be argued that feedback fora are like hospitals. The only visitors are ill and in need of repairs. So that would tend to make the comments overwhelmingly negative. On the other hand, cheats posing as independent reviewers could also be posting laudatory comments where none are warranted. So it’s tough to come up with a system with a guaranteed standard of integrity. That’s why magazines like Consumer Reports, where all tests are of equipment they bought with subscribers’ money, are so valuable. The car guys will tell you that these people really don’t know how to drive, to which I reply “Well, then, Mr. Car Guy, what are you doing writing/flacking when you could be driving at Indianapolis?”. The Consumer Report model seems pretty valid to me.

What prompts this column is that I finally received my last copy of a monthly photography magazine after disregarding the fifteen or so renewal reminders. Boy, those advertising dollars must really be something. After all, does not magazine advertising cost vary directly in proportion to paid circulation? I had decided to drop my subscription after some twenty years realizing that I could get press releases every bit as easily on the web, free at that, and knowing that pearls of honest insight were not to be found in its pages. My eye chanced on the mention of an exotic new DSLR lens on the cover so before turning cynically to the review, I made a mental list of what I could expect from the writer, a flack of quite exceptional …. flackery. Here’s what I guesed:

1 – The photographs illustrating the article would be truly horrible.
2 – None would be taken at the lens’s very large full aperture, the only reason to buy this lens unless you have a Napoleon complex.
3 – The writer would gush about the ‘….superior quality of the manufacturer’s glass’.
4 – The lens would be tested on a small sensor camera, so the reader would get no idea of its covering power on full frame camera.

Well, guess what? I was four for four, though I was being kind on #1. The photographs were not horrible. They were nothing short of execrable.

But even this super-flack managed to surprise. It’s so nice to drop a subscription with that warm feeling of confirmation. Among the things he points out in his press-release-passing-for-a-review is that:

1 – The lens elements are coated to cut reflection. Fancy that. Just like every camera lens made since about 1942.
2 – It pays to keep a filter on the lens to protect the front element. Aw, go on.
3 – Oh! and there was almost a critical note thrown in, to salve this sap’s twinge of guilt that even he must feel when he deposits his check. The lens is heavy. Imagine that. A monster aperture medium telephoto that is heavy. Shame, really.

Now in case you think there’s rancor born from rejection in the above, forget it. I have never submitted work for publication to this magazine, having long ago concluded there are simply some things that are beyond redemption.

Googling (now officially a verb!) on ‘Camera Review Ethics’ your first hit will be to a site named Digitalcamerainfo.com, with its clearly set forth ethics policy here. Pretty straight if you ask me.

Another with a clearly stated ethics policy and a larger review database is DP Review. It has user feedback discussions, too.

Both sites seem worth a visit if you are looking for objective opinions about gear – a whole lot more than that magazine.

Lens aficionados – mostly Canon and Nikon – can do far worse than to check the reviews at Fred Miranda. All are written by users so get enough of these and it becomes statistically meaningful. Check the Canon section and you will learn that the very costly 14mm ‘L’ is only so-so optically whereas the Fisheye is a knockout. I know as I contributed one of the reviews of the latter and can testify to the veracity of opinions on the former!

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Senility is a nasty thing

It’s tough to remember everything when doing those panoramas!

So I made a small check list which I embossed and which now happilly resides in my camera bag:

You may like to do something similar. In my early attempts I kept messing up exposure for some reason …. not good for a guy who grew up without an exposure meter.

By the way, as taking 360 degree panoramas dictates a new way of seeing – you think of the whole scene around you rather than just one straight ahead view – my limited mental powers suggest that a photography expedition in search of QTVR panoramas should be limited to just that. Meaning only a tripod, the KingPano and the 5D/fisheye come along.

So a trip to the local Target store found me splashing out on a small shoulder bag that accomodates the 5D mounted on the KingPano, all set up and ready to go. A somewhat unwieldy mass. This avoids the need to collapse or dismantle the KingPano which greatly reduces setup time. My genuine-Eddie-Bauer-original-Made-in-China shoulder bag ran all of $22. You can always buy a camera bag for four times that if you are so inclined.

Test your Photo IQ

This is only a test. Answer Yes or No.

1 – I believe cameras are objects of beauty to be collected and should only be kept in climate controlled display cases.

2 – I like the strap lugs on my Leica M like on the early models where they are too far up and back, ensuring the camera tilts forward on my waist.

3 – I like the whole retro look thing because it means I am so cool and you cannot get it at the Apple Store. Would you just check these great features out:

4 – I get a real buzz from knowing that I paid $2,000 more than you did for your new rangefinder Leica, because I could. And you couldn’t. And it’s a nicely engraved, anyway. That’s German craftmsmanship for you.

5 – I like being a member of a group whose average profile is: Rich, semi-retired white male, wheeze when I walk, couldn’t take a picture to save my life, really wish my wife would slim down a hundred pounds or so, receding or no hair, last exercised when raising a glass of vintage French champagne to my lips.

6 – Having a collector’s Leica means I must be a great photographer.

7 – I think waiting a couple of days for my pictures to come back from my $5,000 camera is the height of chic. What do those digital guys know anyway? A passing fad.

8 – I think blowing $5,000 on an imitation of a camera first made over fifty years ago really validates my success in life.

9 – My dad got his in WWII when he liberated Berlin and this one’s nicer. The old man should see me now.

10 – Like my Harley it’s only 50% foreign content and who’s telling?

How did you do? If you answered ‘Yes’ to one or more of the above, do I have the thing for you:

A (QTVR) brush with the law

Your intrepid photographer gets grilled by the law.

Now I’m not the sort of person to flout the law. Except that I speed, now and then, just like you do, the better to avoid being rear-ended by some poorly endowed guy in the Hummer behind me, I have always believed that doing things the legal way beats the prospect of a stay in the local pokey. Which is why the request that I submit to interrogation, the other day, rather took me aback.

There I was in Morro Bay, a charming little seaside village in central California, wandering among the fishing boats with 5D, KingPano head and tripod poised for action. In as much, that is, that this combination can be poised for anything, tending to the clunky end of the ergonomic spectrum. It’s the nature of the beast. The local Coastguard had raised one of their rubber dinghies out of the water for maintenance and its bright colors and interesting shapes naturally drew me like a magnet. Thanks to the QR heads I have fitted to this kit I was set up and ready to rock in seconds. Until, that is, the long hand of the law intervened.

Now you must understand that the Coastguard exists to prevent Mexicans, seeking to work in the US, from swimming twenty miles up the coast in frigid Pacific waters, in search of $5/hour. True, two million of them elect the land route annually, and if you have ever dipped a toe in the Pacific, you will know why. These fellows are not dumb. Still, should any one of them so much as try the Mark Spitz thing, be assured that the Coastguard and its huge annual budget will be there to protect our women and drive up the price of our vegetables.

“Our captain would like to know why you are photographing one of our boats” the voice intoned.

“Well, I’m not exactly photographing your boat” says I.

“Sir, you are photographing a military vessel. Please report to the office with your camera”.

Let’s step back a moment. We are not talking about the US aircraft carrier The Ronald Reagan here, equipped with a crew of 5,000 and fifty F-14 Tomcats primed with nuclear weapons, ready to destroy any country of choice at a moment’s notice. No, sir. We are talking about a thirty foot rubber dinghy.

En route to the captain’s office I quickly swap the CF card in the 5D with a spare. It’s not that I have any snaps of the dinghy on it, I don’t, but I sure as hell am not having my Limekiln redwoods snaps from earlier in the day confiscated by someone with more authority than the Commissioner of the IRS.

Anyway, after keeping me waiting for what seemed like ages while he finalized the pleasure cruise they were putting on for a local reporter in another Coastguard craft (your taxpayer dollars at work) I am suitably grilled by El Capitano.

After first reassuring him that my tan was acquired in the local vineyard and not in the Middle East, I chose the Obfuscation Route. After explaining that I am an amateur photographer with no thought of gain, I give him five minutes on Virtual Reality and how his boat is but a small part, great grand vessel that it is, of the larger design. He begins to glaze half way through this and lets me go, not before reminding me that “….you can’t be too careful after nine-eleven” you know and “You are dealing with the Office of Homeland Security, here. After all, sir, you are taking pictures which include a military vessel”.

I leave trying hard not to laugh while thinking of that 19 year old German air ace Mathias Rust who landed his Cessna in Moscow’s Red Square in 1986, at the height of the Cold War. Yeah, we won that one, too. One particularly apposite cartoon the next day showed a technical drawing of the plane captioned “Stealth Bomber”. So now I think of the dinghy as the “Stealth Destroyer”.

Wandering back to the dinghy, excuse me, military vessel, I tell the chap who apprehended me that “I have security clearance, you know” (always wanted to use that line) and set up the tripod et al. I take my pictures, after promising the Captain a copy (he says he has QuickTime on the Coastguard’s PCs so that’s something, I suppose), and go on my way, thoughts of hot lights and pentathol still in my head, and deeply reassured that, were we to be invaded by sea, all would be well.

Here it is – The Stealth Destroyer.

Too bad it wasn’t sunny. You can see the Coastguard Office, where I was brutally interrogated, in the distance, half way around the circle. What I’ll do for a picture. Now about that army base nearby….