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For my last birthday, Shelly and Ron gave me “Eyewitness – 150 years of Photojournalism” by Richard Lacayo and George Russell. Published by Time magazine this covers the history of such photography up to 1995.
The book is a collection of important pictures stitched together by a series of erudite essays from the two writers. I finished reading it today and found it fascinating. Some of the images were familiar to me, but many were not. What I have chosen to feature here is necessarily idiosyncratic, but I hope it will provide a flavour.
I start, as does the book, with ‘the first known photograph of a human being’. Louis Jacques Mandé Daguerre exposed this image of Boulevard du Temple, Paris in 1839. Because, in those early days, exposure times were several minutes, any moving thing, such as carriages, horses, or pedestrians would pass on by without leaving a trace. Except for the man standing still for long enough to have his boot polished. Can you spot him?
Some early photographers set out to expose social ills. John Thompson made his picture ‘The Crawlers’ in about 1876-77. ‘Crawlers’ “were poor people so malnourished they would literally crawl to fetch water for the hot tea on which they chiefly subsisted. This woman held a small child all day for its mother, who had found a job in a coffee shop.”
Jacob Riis’s ‘Street Arabs at Night’ in about 1889 slept on “warm spots around the grated vent-holes” in New York’s Lower Manhattan.
Important events could now be recorded. We are told that in 1908 James Hare “had taken a picture that proved the Wright brothers’ plane could fly”. At that time we still believed that the camera could not lie.
However, certainly by 1990, when Paul Higden produced ‘Yalta Conference?’, which included “some latter-day gatecrashers”, we had become disillusioned.
A number of photographers brought back images of combatants in the American Civil War, but it was neither technically possible nor seen to be desirable to photograph the action.
That had to wait until World War 1 when an unidentified photographer produced this painterly picture of ‘British artillerymen feed[ing] an 8-inch howitzer’.
Robert Capa was there with his camera for the ‘Normandy invasion on D-Day’, 6th June, 1944. Unfortunately the is one of only a few images of this event that were saved, most of the others having been destroyed in a dark-room accident.
In 1947 Capa, with David Seymour, Henri Cartier-Bresson, William and Rita Vandivert, and George Rodger formed that prestigious photography group, Magnum.
The Cartier-Bresson picture I have chosen for this piece does not feature in this book. It comes in the form of a postcard sent to me by Giles. The image is of a typically candid shot from this photographer, at the Brasserie Lipp in Paris, taken in 1969.
A later member of Magnum was Don McCullin. In the 1960s and ’70s he “became one of the best- known chroniclers of war and misery”. This picture demonstrates the sensitivity that this man exemplified.
I have selected two images by Alfred Eisenstaedt which book-end WW2. It is amazing that he managed to walk away unscathed when he photographed Joseph Goebbels at a League of Nations Assembly in Geneva in 1933. A year or two later it would surely have been a different story.
I’d rather witness the hate of Hitler’s Minister of Propaganda than the devastation of this ‘Mother and child at Hiroshima’ that Eisenstaedt portrayed in 1945.
Dorothea Lange’s ‘Migrant mother’ from a California migrant workers’ camp in March 1936 “is one of the best-known icons of the Dust Bowl era”.
Finally, who, old enough, could examine Russell Sorgi’s 1942 ‘Suicide’, without being transported back to 9/11?
This evening we finished our Chinese takeaway meal.
Some very striking photographs in this collection.
Thanks, John. And that’s just my selection.
What a gift for you – the photographer. The portraits of mothers (or surrogates) with children and of the children huddled of the grate are harrowing.
Thanks very much, Susanne. They are rather tough to look at
A fascinating – and disturbing – post, Derrick.
Thanks very much, ML
A depressing, but eye-catching photography. I’ve always admired Dorothea Lange’s photography.
Thanks very much, Cindy
Harrowing! While this is one of the great contributions of the camera – exposing the circumstances of those who suffer – although one photo at a time is enough for me to bear…….. I appreciated the humour in the ’69 Parisian cafe shot – now that took me back!
Many thanks, Pauline. I thought I’d lift it a bit
Yes, our dresses were that short….
and now I wonder would I be the old biddy giving the lovely young thing that look…….
certainly not, Cynthia
I remember it well 🙂
Wonderful selection here, Derrick. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks very much, Merril
Powerful images. The Migrant Mother is one I’ve seen quite a bit. It tells a story. An exceptional shot. The Genesee Hotel suicide happened in Buffalo, NY. I’d heard of it there. Thanks, Derrick. That was quite a gift.
Many thanks, Van. Especially for the Buffalo information. The book did not tell us where it was.
These are all new to me. What a fascinating and hard hitting collection you have chosen. Extremely powerful.
Very many thanks, Gwen
Very informative, Derrick. I do wonder at the kind of mind that can coolly take a photograph of a person committing suicide. It reminds me of some lines from Auden’s poem, “Musée Des Beaux Arts” :
[Horror] takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along….
Nice link, Cynthia. Thank you. One of the early war photographers took a picture of a soldier cradling an abandoned baby and said that all the time he felt he shouldn’t be there. But of course he is exactly the kind of person who should. The suicide photographer is of course different.
That really puts us happy snappers in our places. I will endeavour to find more meaningful images. Unfortunately there will be too too many people sleeping in the streets tonight in the city of Sydney.
I’ve always avoided taking pictures of homeless people, because it feels so intrusive, when I don’t have the pioneering altruistic motive. However, the book is inspirational in the way that you mean. Thanks, Mary
I have taken pictures of the homeless because I don’t want to forget or pretend that they were not there.
These images make us stop and ponder the human circumstance rather more than the self-indulgent selfies we tend to see these days!
So right, Yvonne. Thank you.
What a fantastic gift. Thank you for sharing these moving images, Derrick.
Thanks very much, Jill
That first picture I think I can see two others besides the mangettig his boots shined; there seems to ba fait outline of the person shining the boots and just across from these there appears to be someone in what could be a wheelchair.
Then again perhaps I’m going bonkers and seeing things XD
That Goebbels picture sent a shiver down my spine, what a vile creature he was,
Mighty powerful pictures , thanks for sharing.
Not bonkers. I think you are definitely right about the polisher, but I stayed with what the writer highlighted. Apparently Alfred Eisenstaedt said afterwards that Goebbels expected him to wither, but he didn’t because when he had a camera in his hand he felt no feat. Thanks, Brian
There must BE a boot-polisher there, even if he doesn’t show clearly. I thought the wheelchair looked like a knife-grinding machine, probably not uncommon on French Streets in the 1830s. If so, there must be a knife-grinder (person) to go with it, unless the boot-polisher doubled up!
While the grim pictures are compelling, I found the Daguerre the most interesting: Lenses of the time always seemed to produce jaw-droppingly sharp images (due to both the exposure-time/narrow aperture and their sheer size), yet this picture looks quite painterly. I guess the shadows have had time to shift during the shot, hence are slightly blurred in a naturalistic way. Also, the texturing at the upperright may be caused by the fact that Daguerrotypes had polished surfaces (you have to view them at an angle, as you can do with more modern negatives against a black background, to show them as positives), so it may have been impossible to photograph them for reproduction without part of the plate reflecting.
A nice analysis, Paul. Thank you
Devastating images and interesting post. I know the book and clearly recall many of the photos you shared.
Thank you, Cynthia. I wonder what your selections would be.
Me, too
Of all the paintings from different periods of time, I have come to love (with empathy) instead photographs that represent the starkness of Life. The mother and child, after Hiroshima’s devastation, and the Crawler who cares all day for baby, while mother works but existed on tea, both made me sad. The Dust Bowl photograph is one which I certainly agree, is “iconic”representing the Midwest and lack of rain or crops. Thanks, Derrick for the choices you shared.
PS. I did see the figure of man getting his shoes polished.
Many thanks, Robin. More indications that we are in tune. Well spotted
Fabulous photographic chronicle, Derrick.
Many thanks, Jenny
Great photographs. I enjoyed reading your thoughts on them.
Thanks, Timeless
What a book! It shows how multi-faceted photography is.
Many thanks, Laurie
Exquisite gift, Derrick. When you have some time to spare, search “photography documentaries’ in Youtube. There is surprising amount of excellent documentaries, some of them up to 1.5 hours long. This one is among my favorites, and it is relatively short: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hyhMqDfmG9o&list=PLZ0PObC1amhqnxf2fKq6QXY6VOwx-YfD_
Thank you for this beautiful selection and the narrative.
Many thanks, Inese. A fascinating documentary. It will enhance this post
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ENJOY DERRICK J KNIGHT AND HIS BLOG “RAMBLINGS”
Very many thanks Ann.
I knew some of these pictures already, but most of them were new to me. It looks like a fascinating book.
Thanks, Bun. It is fascinating. You were probably in the same position as me
What stunning and amazing photos, thanks for sharing!
Thanks very much, Lynn
Welcome
Some of those images make it very hard to look away. They will stay with me for some while.
Thanks very much, Jessica. They are haunting
Brilliant post Derrick. I need to find a copy of this book. Most of these pictures are the product of an uncomplicated and highly connected relationship with what the power of photography can be, The street children looking for warmth and the ‘Crawler’ picture are so disturbing. The simple, pure power of a photographic image. Thanks very much for this post. Alex
That’s lovely, Alex. I hoped you might find it in line with your approach.
Oh my, these photos truly humanity … the poverty, the hunger, the suicide.
Goodness, how striking
Thanks a lot, Laurie. Powerful stuff, indeed
If I could,I would give you a “double-like” for publishing these photos!
Many thanks, Hildegard
Thank you for the post, Derrick.
Thanks, Amy
Wow, what a post. Powerful images that really makes one think, and be grateful for what one has. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks a lot, Persia
Poverty still exists. That is a crime.
Yes. Thanks, Micheline
Thank you for taking the time on this batch of posts. X
A lovely birthday present. Memories fade and fail… in that way, photos “do not” lie …
Can you spot him? I was about to say no, then I did. 🙂
Thanks very much, Timi
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a depressing and memorable experience in the past.
Many thanks, Robert
I absolutely love this post! You should follow my blog, its about the influence that photography has on journalism and society! Thank you!
Thank you. You are right. I’m following.