Advice to a young photographer
March 15th, 2009I just wrote a reply over on Lightstalkers to a young photographer of eighteen, asking about what it takes to be a working photographer, The comment before mine brought up the subject of beards, so I started with that:
The beard is a must if you decide to pursue landscape photography. For that it should be big, bushy and unkempt.
Grizzled and stubbly is good for many other types of photographers, but be prepared to fill it out on a few weeks’ notice if you do the type of photography which will take you to places where being clean-shaven carries as much credibility as wearing a frilly pink dress.
Just kidding, of course—JR’s comment above made me smile.
As a photographer, be sure you have an absolute handle on the technical aspects of photography. You’ll need to be proficient, to the point where you can produce a well-exposed, well-composed and well-focused shot whenever you are called upon to produce one. Learn to prepare yourself and your gear. For me, it’s stepping off the train, I have a personal ritual of checking that the ISO on my camera is suitable. (checking that it’s not still on ISO 800 from the night before when I’ll be shooting in the daylight.) After that, I check that autofocus is set and that exposure compensation isn’t dialed two stops in the wrong direction and that my battery isn’t about to die. (That’s also when I pull a piece of gaffer tape from the sharpie pen I’ve wound it around and tape my 5D’s power switch on, because it’s in an easy position to get bumped to off, most likely at the worst possible time.)
Kind of a pre-flight check, but the thing is, I do this not even when I’m “shooting,” but all the time. I always have some sort of camera with me, so I give it a once over, generally as I leave the house and look at the light or step off the train. Doorways, I guess, are my trigger.
When I was teaching myself light, I used to carry an incident meter and meter everything, in much the same way. The thing is, you’ve got to have your camera ready at all times. You don’t want to lose a shot that you’re expected to take, because of something stupid like a full roll of film or a memory card you forgot to format.
Next, master the “straight shot” – a picture devoid of artistic tricks and arty overtones. Unless you have a quite unusual editor or a lot of personal clout, it’s better to not shoot your work pictures on a fisheye Holga using cross-processed expired film.
After that, when you’re comfortable taking a competent shot on ten seconds notice, start to think about how you can take a better shot. How can you add something that you see and no one else sees, something profound and inspired. Having studied music, this is something I think of as “virtuosity.”
While the world has hundreds of perfectly competent musical performers, to get to First Chair, you need virtuosity, a term that has it’s roots in the concept of being touched by God. This is the thing that tells you that the violin piece you’re hearing for the first time must be done by Jascha Heifetz, or that the photo you’re seeing for the first time could only have been done by Diane Arbus.
When you have that, it doesn’t matter what you shoot, because everything you choose to shoot will matter. This comes through being relentlessly demanding of yourself and editing your stuff with a cold, unbiased eye.
Of course, orchestras are filled with musicians who will never be first chair, musicians who are fine technicians and probably have comfortable, enjoyable lives, doing what they love to do and there are just as many photographers doing the same. Nothing wrong with that, but I wouldn’t recommend striving for that when you’re eighteen. Dream big.
Most of the world’s significant images were made by people with cameras not as advanced as whatever you probably carry and captured in less than a sixtieth of a second, often by people your age.
Go read about John Filo and his Kent State photo:
http://edition.cnn.com/COMMUNITY/transcripts/2000/5/4/filo/
Here’s a guy about your age, who reflexively shot something he found mildly interesting and not only won a Pulitzer, but helped bring the end of the Viet Nam war, without going more than a couple of hours from his home in a small Pennsylvania town.
(Plus, he did it with a Nikkormat, half a roll of Tri-X and probably a 50mm Nikkor lens, a setup that would probably cost you $50 today in decent shape used. I don’t like gear discussions, but I find something joyful about that.)
OK – I’ve gone off on a bit of a tangent and ranted too much, but good luck to you. Wherever you wind up, you’ll want a solid body of work to open doors and show people that you can do what they need you to do. After that, keep looking for those three or five photos that will define your career and make you live forever.
by Jim O’Connell | 15 Mar 2009 11:03 | Tokyo, Japan

March 16th, 2009 at 1:15 pm
Sagely advice as usual from our dear Mr O’Connell.
Just one thing tho Jim, you don’t have a beard most days, does that mean you aren’t a real photographer??
And I have a goatee, what does that say about my photographs?
March 17th, 2009 at 12:09 pm
OK, I’m grumbling about the word choice on this again. The following is the meaning it brings to mind for me & Webster:
Vir`tu*os”i*ty\, n. 1. The quality or state of being a virtuoso; in a bad sense, the character of one in whom mere artistic feeling or [ae]sthetic cultivation takes the place of religious character; sentimentalism.
Rather than pompous posturing, I think instead what you’re talking about is a combination of passion for the work and/or medium, personality (making your work your own, not copying someone else’s style), and dedication to the hard work of what writers call craft, the technical nut-and-bolts skills.
March 18th, 2009 at 10:20 am
Well, I certainly wasn’t talking about sentimentality or posturing, as those things wouldn’t make a photo great.
An artist, schooled in his craft, dedicated to the hard work you describe may never achieve true virtuosity. A scene from the movie Amadeus comes to mind, where Salieri is looking over Mozart’s manuscripts:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5BpzmTIZMU
Salieri’s character in the film is the quintessential technician. He’s skilled, technically-adept and filled with passion for the art, yet unable to create anything of true lasting greatness. Mozart, on the other hand, has a brilliance that has lasted a couple of hundred years so far, unwavering, showing no sign of diminishing.
A photo too, can be just as sublime.
Like all languages, the observer of a photograph must possess a knowledge of the vocabularies of the language, a set of referential points to understand what is being shown, though they may not be aware of this knowledge.
The technician-photographer can make a photograph that speaks an idea, that presents a set of facts that the viewer understands. This same photographer, of course may use cliché or sentiment to elicit an emotion from the viewer, but those well-versed in the visual language of photography will recognize them for what they are.
Truly brilliant, transcendent photography is a rare and wonderful thing, the sort of thing that a dedicated, proficient, prolific photographer may achieve a handful of times in his or her career.
That’s the sort of photograph to which I was referring.
I probably sound like the biggest snob alive at this point, but I don’t think of myself as one. Photography is a worthwhile pursuit at many levels and for many audiences. It can be intensely personal, or of limited audience. Photographs of little interest to the artistic community can have tremendous value to a person as a shared memory between friends. To compare the two is like trying to compare the value of a performance by the world’s best orchestra against the value of a lullaby sung by one’s parent. The latter is far more valuable of course, but with a far smaller potential audience.
Photography as a pastime can be a joy, as can any creative activity. For example, I have an old guitar that brings me a lot of pleasure to play, even though my playing is dreadful. I’ll never be any good, but that doesn’t dampen my desire to pick out the same few songs, over and over.
I’m just talking about something much, much bigger…
April 4th, 2009 at 9:38 pm
I did not expect this on a Saturday. there is a time and a place for it.. Just added you to my feed reader.