Fotos da coisa de última hora mais bizarra que eu já tive que fazer.
New York,
e Miami.
Eu não tive mais saco para freqüentar o meio acadêmico depois que me formei na faculdade de Artes Plásticas. Mas sempre aparece alguma coisa que me deixa morrendo de saudades. Escrito por um certo George L. Dillon, que eu ainda não investiguei a respeito.
I have always found certain pictures in the daily press inspiring. Sometimes I cut them out and keep them for a long time, and look at them over and over again. With all the intellectual questioning that has been going on in recent years about photography, many photographers hesitate so long before they take a picture that they seem never to trip the shutter. A kind of constipation has set in: maybe the day will come when the only photographers left will be the press, the others will just philosophize. (…)He explained to me that the paparazzi always work in twos. They will wait outside a restaurant where they know a certain celebrity is dining; then, when the man comes out, one of the photographers will create a scene — he might provoke him, push him a bit — the victim will get angry, protect his dinner companion, generally a glamorous woman. The paparazzo will jump out of the way, leaving the field clear for his partner to shoot the pictures fast with a flash. Very ingenious and effective.