Wednesday, May 21, 2008

On the band wagon!

Wow! I'm floored by how some service providers (venues in particular) charge for every little damn thing, and then some. I've just been trying to arrange an engagement shoot with a client of mine - her and her partner wanted to do the shoot at Zevenwacht in the Stellenbosch wine route. They love the farm. They go there often for picnics and lunches. So I duly phone Zevenwacht to find out if it's ok that we go and shoot there (doing the polite responsible thing here and making sure that we can do it without getting in their way) only to be told that it costs R1500 to do an E-shoot on their grounds! Holy crap! The E-shoot would take an hour at most. And my hourly rate is R650. And we weren't even asking if we could shoot inside . . .
I even went a step further and phoned Zevenwacht back to explain to them how opportunistic that charge appears. I don't think I got through to them though. And of course the saddest part is that a venue that held huge sentimental value for my clients has lost almost all of that.
I know that we're all in this to make money (myself included) but at what cost?

Monday, May 12, 2008

I did this a while ago


I did this a while back and found it again while looking through my 'filing system'. It's titled but I want to fly, and the original, which is about 60cm wide, says, "Down below is an open window. And a flat line." It's not quite as morose as the "flat line" suggests. I like the dream of it. The desire to fly beyond the impossiblity of it.


Thursday, April 24, 2008

Focus

I took portrait pics of Jimmy and Patricia and their little daughter Pearl a while back. Patricia's not so keen on having her photo taken. Can't blame her, neither am I. She did this thing almost every time I took a shot where she'd look down at Pearl and away from the camera. A modern day Madonna and child. So when I got this one of her looking straight at the camera and got the focus on Pearl and not on her I wasn't sure whether to be delighted or distraught: when I look at just the image I want her face to be in focus, but when I think of Patricia, and how she slipped out of my focus (metaphorically) through out the shoot, it's fitting that she's not in focus here. And I have to say that I quite enjoy the play between her direct gaze and the soft focus on her, and Pearl's looking away and the sharp focus on Pearl.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

To Freebie or Not To Freebie

It's such a tricky question this one . . . should you offer friends or family freebies on photography? I've chatted to some other photographers about this and they've given me some stern advice on this score: people tend to think that all you're doing is 'taking photos'; they don't realise that there's skill and time and training and effort involved. The advice that I was given is that it's our job as photographers to make them aware of that skill and time and training and effort. That it's not just a simple matter of clicking the shutter and then handing over the digital negatives, especially not when it comes to the hours of post processing that we often get into. I know one photographer who gives a 30% discount for friends and family, which I initially thought was quite harsh, but now am beginning to think is quite reasonable as I've sudeently discovered 'friends' smooging around angling for a freebie. I've given freebies in the past, and I'll probably give them again in the future, but I'm really of the opinion that people shouldn't ask for a freebie, that a freebie is that once in a while freely given spontaneous thing. Something that's given because its a joy to give. Or because you feel like helping out a friend. So the advice that I now want is how to deal with those that just don't seem to get that and who, in the process, make the act of giving something vaguely unpleasant . . . like visiting the dentist! And me being the person I am, I still sit and agonise over not giving them the freebie! Bugger!

Saturday, March 29, 2008

The real kings and queens!

I've decided that seeing as though there are those out there who know a crap load more about photography than I do, that it seems a little . . . arrogant? . . . to write about my processes at this point. So - check out the links on the side of this blog for some really incredible photographers and photographer stuff.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Huh?

The world is full of random weirdness - this morning it was provided by the label on our milk bottle that says, "Living the good life: being a Fair Cape Free Range cow"!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Documenting the Self

Newsweek have an interesting article by Jennie Yabroff on what she terms the "Look At Me Generation". Yabroff talks about the differences between people born before and after the 1980s - those who are afraid of documentation and those who court it via flickr, myspace, You Tube, Facebook. She wonders, in her article, about the ill effects of such documentation on the youth of today: what does it do to our sense of privacy, does it engender the development of personas as opposed to personlities, what does it do to our sense of self, how do we really relate to others and develop trust?

I find myself occupying quite an interesting space when reading her article. I both self document ('publically' on my two blogs) and I document others through taking photographs of them. Is my personality compromised? Am I going to develop trust issues? Will my sense of self become emeshed in a cyberspace portrayal of who I am?

Unlike the kids of the 80s and beyond, I know that what I'm writing on my blogs is a represenation of certain aspects of my self. And I assume that the people (that little handful) who read what I have to say know that too. I know that until I've met someone my judgements on their trustworthiness are compromised precisely because of this partial representation of self that the net allows. And I know that I'm not that interested in spending hours creating and honing my online personality (or, in Yeboff's terms, is that persona?).

It is true that perhaps my knowing in all of these circumstances comes from the fact that I missed the 1980s time frame that Yabroff gives by a handful of years - my personality had time to form independently of the internet and cell phones and reality TV shows. But by the same token I do worry about some of the kids that I used to teach who spent about EIGHT hours a day playing WoW which in essence is just another form of self documentation - or self creation (where they found the time for eating, sleeping, socialising, school work . . . well, I suppose they didn't really). As I worry similarly about the kids who would rather sprout inanities and send round time wasting videos and quizzes on facebook, instead of actually spending time in the living, breathing company of friends.

But I also wonder about the potential for good that this self documentation holds. It puts us into a world where the private becomes public - a world where dirty little secrets have a habit of being placed in the public arena. A prospect that is shocking to some, but which also means that the power of the secret to shame and embarrass is lessened, even taken away. Imagine a world where abuse (particularly of children) is almos impossible because of the openess and forthrightness of society about such issues. (And cringe as I do to say this, Ricky Lake and Jerry Springer probably have a lot to do with the destruction of the veils of secrecy that traditionally shroud such issues).

I wonder too at the power of self documentation to help us shape our personalities / personsas (Yeboff sees them as seperate . . . but I'm not convinced that they are, or that we don't take what she sees as our personas into the 'real' world with us all the time) and to make meaning in our lives. I think of the kid who played eight hours of WoW a day. In 'real' life he was overweight and deaf in one ear. While immensely likeable and funny, the truth was that he was a bit of a non-entity in the social structure of the school. He played Warcraft because in that world, and to use his words, he was a god. The need for power and self aggrandisement aside, this is a world in which that boy felt needed. In which he had purpose. And if the counter argument here is that he is gaining those things from a world that isn't real . . . well, the counter to that is to ask: "How real is the rest of our life beyond the social value and meaning that we ascribe to it?".