Wednesday, May 16, 2007
"My " Models
I don't have any.
The models I work with are human beings with their own sense of destiny, their own ideas and their own minds. I don't own them, nor would I want to, especially since I am not a big fan of "people."
I've heard a lot lately and read a lot lately about some photographers who feel entitled to some sense of ownership of models that they have worked with...and it makes me wonder…
It makes me wonder about what is really percolating under the surface here. Freudian or not, but this false sense of ownership is unsettling. Maybe even pathologic. Maybe even something that could be equated with mental slavery. But mostly a pathetic justification for one's station in life.
Here's what I believe:
If you define your work by the people you work with, then you are not an artist.
Your work should be your work. Period, end of story.
"Who" is actually presented in "said work" is secondary. Actually, not even secondary but transparent – they should be part of the art.
And if you are afraid that some other photographer "steals" your model and takes a "picture" of them, and that the act of the other photographer doing that (in this shit world of shit photographers) somehow compromises the "picture" that you took of them, well, your "picture" probably wasn't that special after all...and you are AFRAID. Why are you afraid?
Insecurity and how it manifests itself is amazing.
Who owns Sigourney Weaver? Does Helmut Newton? Ridley Scott? Her husband? My guess is that Ms. Weaver would have issue with being owned...period. Even though I’ve seen AMAZING photos of her by Mr. Newton, have never seen that Columbus film by Mr. Scott (although the ALIEN one is pretty good), and have never met her husband, although he does really great off-off Broadway theatre in lower Manhattan.
Oh, but you “discovered” someone and “made” them. Really? Give me a fucking break…
Bottom line: If you tell me or if I read that you have a problem with other people "using" your models, I dismiss you.
Collaborations are precious. Muses are a gift. But people don’t belong to you.
Artists are confident. At least my definition of an artist is...
The photo above is of "my" model.
If you shoot with her, I will FUCKING KILL YOU. Or delete your tags. Or write about it in my blog.
And as D. Boon from The Minutemen sang, “Serious as a heart attack!”