Photographer Bruce Davidson was shooting scenes of urban poverty on East 100th Street in New York, when a woman asked him why he was there. When he said he was shooting images of the ghetto, she responded, “What you call a ghetto, I call my home.”
Davidson, a member of the Magnum Photos collective, worked hard to balance the dire situations that residents lived in with moments of beauty and resilience. It was also a common thread throughout his life’s work. No matter the situation, Davidson’s subjects maintained their inalienable right, as humans, to dignity. This is apparent in Davidson’s book, “Bruce Davidson” (Prestel, May 2016), a collection of his most important work including the civil rights era, the subway, a circus and a Brooklyn gang.
While Davidson could take a photo in an instant, reform came slowly. “[My work] doesn’t change anything overnight,” he said via email, “No matter how long I photographed on East 100th St., it wasn’t going to change that fast.”
And I wonder, where are they now? What happened to their lives?
@ Bruce Davidson/Magnum Photos
I found it in The Washington Post
I said I would show you some of my own toys that I have photographed. This is a small selection. I am so happy that my parents didn´t throw them away so that I could play with them again. Now infront of the camera as a grown up. Well, to the size that is…
Dinky Toys, Corgy Toys, I had them and I still have for the sheer joy of it. I have a big selection of cowboys and indians that I look through from time to time. Not so common in the toy stores today? Transformers, dinosaurers and Star War figures are more common I think. Sometimes I handpaint them to more realistic colors. Depending on what I should do with them.
Volvo P18, but not “The Saint” color. That was white. My brother has worked on the No 1 P18. That is the very first that came out of the factory. It has now found its way back to Sweden from The US..
A typical Swedish police car at the time.
Up: This is called “Absolut Pelle”. I guess you can see why.
Up: I played with our sons feeding bottles. They are filled with food for grown ups and toys.
Up: I borrowed this Bobby in a police car from my cousin Lars.
To all of you out there, followers, visitors, readers and more, THANK YOU! You are my inspiration. I was recommended by a friend to start blogging. I didn´t know really what it was and I only had a vague idea. Until you try you no nothing, so I tried. It is something I really enjoy, and the contact with you inspire me. I read more articles about photography and photographers and I see what you do. As much as possible I try to visit your blogs to see what you are up to. What really strikes me is all that positive energy you have. Sharing all your tips and ideas for a better day, life. If we just could collect it and spread it over the world everything would be better.
As with everything else, it starts with ourselves. Let´s spread the word and the positive energy, and let´s hope it is infectious.
Some weeks ago Rechito wrote “You make the normal look beautiful!” Thank you!!! I am still feeding on that.
And now for some more images. This is work in progress. Hope to produce an exhibition in a not to far away future.
This is another article on BBC about a great photographer, unknown to me. Shirley Baker. Read the article and learn more about her and her beautiful, and important, images. In my opinion BBC use great photography by great photographers and they also tell us stories about known and unknown photographers. There are so many out there, male and female, doing ( or did ) a great job. This timestopping device, the camera, is very special in the right hands with the right eye.
“She described the streets, to me, as like her second home,” says Anna Douglas, curator of Women, Children and Loitering Men and a friend of Baker’s. “She knew she wasn’t of these people, but yet she felt phenomenally at ease with them. This is not the kind of imagery you would get from a press photographer, because Shirley spent years there. She wasn’t in a rush, and they weren’t in a rush.”
Baker’s photography is the result of years of investment in and engagement with her subjects – some of whom were so familiar with her presence, they seem not to see her at all.
Amazingly beautiful images, but who made them? I hope we will find out. Read the full story with the link to BBC below.
A US photographer has launched an internet hunt to find two mysterious women pictured on an old roll of film she discovered in a second-hand shop.
Meagan Abell was sifting through a box of vintage photographs in Richmond, Virginia when she found four sets of “transparency slides”.
She took them home to scan them and was “shocked” at the level of detail.
“I thought ‘holy wow they are beautiful’. I’d love to find the women or the photographer who took them.”
Another interesting article about photography, from BBC. About the line not to cross in photojournalism. I have spent several days with colleagues at the Visa pour l’Image Perpignan, France. An international press photo festival. The discussions are very interesting. They as photo journalists have totally different standards for their jobs. Me, on the other hand, being a food and commercial photographer, I am most often expected to do images “better”. We have the same tools but different standards to follow. Stories about staged photos makes you think. We should all do that. Sometimes it is OK, but sometimes absolutely NOT. History will tell…
Please read and think. Of course this is a problem when it comes to photo contests.
My aunt Gertrud gave me my very first camera. A small Clic.
She encouraged me to take photographs whenever we met, so I have always thought that she alone started my way into photography. I lived with my family outside Gävle. She lived in Stockholm and was working in a small milk shop. But, my father also must have been important. I see that now. He didn´t have a lab and he never spoke about it, but he was a keen photographer. He wasn´t interested in printing. But he was in taking photographs.
These two are my favorites. Me and my mother and our family on a picnic. He died ten years ago and left us thousands of images. Some very old from his youth and time in the army. His biggest interest in life was vintage cars and motorcycles. There are many with that too. Unfortunately we don´t know who they all are, the people, on the photographs.
My father was happiest in his blue working overall spending most of his time in the garage with his old motorcycles. He had a great selection. I know we have many things in common, we are much alike. I am also very happy with my photography. It has become my way of living.
I remember staying over night in Stockholm at the time. My father and I was walking along a pavement and I was holding his hand. I was so taken by the atmosphere and the surroundings that I said, father I like to live here. He kindly laughed at me. Like parents do when their children say something funny or stupid. He answered, Is that so, no I don´t think so. Since many years I live in Stockholm. Not far from where Gertrud lived.
Thank you father. And you too, aunt Gertrud!
: ) Pelle