by eenixon » Mon Jan 18, 2010 2:20 pm
I love this list. I have to think it's one of the only places on the Internet where the ratio of sense to nonsense is astronomically high. Thank you, Noll. Thank you, Mike.
Not wanting to be particularly irreverent, but tar and feather me if you must: I wonder, if just about anyone shot as many rolls of film as Gary Winogrand did, whether there wouldn't be something like the same critical mass of hits, of the same or similar uniqueness & quality. I found it instructive to read Szarkowski's essay in one of the Winogrand books (can't recall the exact title, maybe "Gary Winogrand"), a posthumous retrospective; he wrote about the later days when Winogrand was in L.A., perhaps already dying with the cancer. You talk about energy and there's no denying its virtue and usefulness, but in that essay it is portrayed as a pathetic spasm of almost pointless dimensions. Of course, others say he absolutely knew what he was doing, but I still wonder if what he was doing had that much to do with the single frame, the individual image; maybe it was more about the state of mind, the wire, the buzz, or the state of bliss of just being out there. The camera was the pretext. I've certainly had similar experiences the few times I've thrown myself onto the streets of New York City; it picks you up and hustles you along at its own speed, not your own. There are few places where that happens which is why, to my way of thinking, NYC is still the centre of it all.
But my problem with Street seems to be that I just don't know what is good and what isn't in my own work. And I'm not sure I see it in others' work either. Winogrand in a sense is easy because he occupies so much of the definition of street photography. The other pioneers aren't far behind.
To me, one aspect of the problem is the impersonality of it, the tendency for it to be about stereotypes or formulaic situations, configurations and relationships. As a dedicated reader of good sci-fi and detective fiction, I guess I should be able to get over the genre aspect, but, try as I might, I really do like pictures that capture something unique and individualistic about the subject -- as opposed to formulaic clusters of people, buildings and streets.
I suppose all this is just another way of saying to myself there are more dues to be paid, that there haven't been enough soles worn through or enough callouses formed. But, on the other hand, you've got to see some point to it in terms that are acceptable or meaningful; not so much in the work of others, but in your own. There has to be a glimmer there, a little curl of smoke perhaps that makes you want to blow and fan to get a flame.