"Tell me what other profession would have allowed me to enter both the lions' cage at the Vincennes Zoo and Picasso's studio?"
—Robert Doisneau, 1912–1994
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Many great comments to the previous post—the comments are better than the post. Just thought we should add that historically at least, people in some cases got into photography because it would afford them access to things they otherwise wouldn't have had access too. This effect seems to be inexorably diminishing, though, as time goes by. In the 19th century, just by coming to town a photographer could be granted a level of access and cooperation that would astonish us today.
Here's something else I remembered with regard to access...Mort Rosenblum's story about the tank column and the Turnley twins.
(Thanks to MM)
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Richard Alan Fox: "At the end of the seventies I was a graduate student in photography at San Francisco State University. My mentor was Jack Welpott; his words of wisdom paraphrased after all these years were 'You will never earn a living from photography, but you will have an interesting life photographing.' He was and is correct."
Daniel: "The cameras have given me access and images from Richard Nixon to Debbie Harry to Joe Montana to Charlie Manson—among others. Interesting, yes. The old 'no one ever died wishing they had spent more time at work' doesn't apply here. Many moves through the years and always to locations that would give me access to what I found interesting for my cameras. From out current Comet to the kitchen sink—images are everywhere and the enjoyment of seeing—whether I photograph it or not—makes every day and location an adventure."
Before I traveled to Barcelona many years ago, I contacted a Leica user who lives there. We met up at Cafe Zurich facing La Rambla. I just followed him. We talked, we shot pictures, he opened doors and opportunities; he said a few words in Catalan to various people and I could shoot to my heart's content.
Then we stopped for lunch - typical Catalan meal in a family style restaurant - and I ate to my heart's content.
Yes, access is everything.
Posted by: Dan Khong | Tuesday, 21 July 2020 at 11:29 PM
Mike,
It happened to this German photographer who lived in Manaus. Practically all the photographs of the "golden age" of rubber, when Manaus was considered to be "The Paris of the Jungles" were taken by him. Governors, presidents, scientists and even Theodore Roosevelt in his passage there, already very sick, were registered by this forgotten photographer, rescued from oblivion in this book (there is a french edition):
https://www.amazon.com.br/George-Huebner-1862-1935-Fot%C3%B3grafo-Manaus/dp/8585371552
Posted by: Helcio J. Tagliolatto | Wednesday, 22 July 2020 at 08:30 AM
I recall reading an anecdote in a book by a photographer / educator of his encounter with a student. “What should I photograph?”, asked the student. “What can you photograph?”, he replied.
I’m sorry to admit I don’t recall the author’s name but it could probably be many people.
Personally I’ve never been that hung-up on “access” because I’ve never been a hound for documentary work. I’ve found myself far more enchanted by photography of what is thought than of what is seen. Passes, permits and expensive travel arrangements are not needed for that.
[That's a quote by Steve Szabo and you read it here! He was one of my teachers. --Mike]
Posted by: Kenneth Tanaka | Wednesday, 22 July 2020 at 08:44 AM
Mike, I agree that there were so many comments that explored all sorts of types of access that I read all of them, one after another.
What a treat that was!
I once thought I was going to be a news photographer, but after a dead end as an engineer and finally switching majors (and seeing my grades greatly improve), I was tired of college and took a break -- which has lasted until today.
I would have had to get a new job after all the newspapers cut jobs, so in the long run it didn't really matter -- except that it would have been much more interesting that what I ended up doing.
I enjoyed working for the university newspaper and even got to take photos of Jesse Jackson when he made a campaign stop in Akron. The secret service had to examine all of my lenses before I was let inside the auditorium.
Former U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations, Jeanne Kirkpatrick, also made a stop. She was a tough subject. I took three rolls of Tri-X in order to get a good facial expression.
What job besides a newspaper reporter or photographer would you have something different to do every day?
I went along with a photographer at the local paper and saw how the photographers were considered "second class citizens" compared to the reporters.
The lady photographer who I followed that day is now an instructor at Kent State. Yes, that Kent State.
I would have liked to have switched to Kent State for the photojournalism program, but at that time you couldn't carry your class credits to a different college. Now you can, but you sure can't pay for a semester's tuition with your summer job earnings!
So, I'll be an amateur and enjoy it as long as I can.
Posted by: Dave | Wednesday, 22 July 2020 at 01:07 PM