Because my office overlooks San Francisco City Hall, I’ve seen my share of; participated in; and even photographed, scores of demonstrations on every conceivable political issue. As I exited the office this evening, I ran into this demonstration.
I’m not going comment on Brett Kavanaugh and the rest of his anti-human brethren. It does give me hope, in a distracted world, that there are still people who think critically and become outraged to protest and organize. Trump, Kavanaugh, Weinstein, and company have really pissed off a lot of women…to the core. I could feel the righteous indignation like no other demonstration I’ve experienced.
The point of Netflix’s documentary “Quincy” is that whatever your passion, it doesn’t matter if you are paid or not, it’s your passion.
After a two year hiatus, I was mentally and physically “gearing-up” this week in preparation of attending Sunday’s Folsom Street Fair . I’ve decided not to go.
With over 250,000 attendees, this San Francisco leather and fetish festival is packed into about 13 blocks. It is a photographic goldmine, especially for portrait photographers. As a street and documentary photographer, my images from past fairs show quirky moments that I specialize in. Unfortunately, many of those images are too risqué to be shown to a general audience.
According to local media, in addition to regular warnings of not bringing kids and/or stay away from the area if the nudity is not your cup-of tea, there will be warnings of getting consent before you touch anyone or take a picture. Flyers say “Gear is not consent. Nudity is not consent. Ask first before photographing or touching someone. No means no.”
Due to the nature of the event, I acknowledge that there were serious incidents of touching at past fairs (years ago, a drunk woman gabbed my butt and ran away…and that happened before I even went through the admission gate!). And I acknowledge current events such as the “me too” movement are driving needed awareness. But I, and many other photographers, don’t attend Folsom Street because we need to touch someone or collect pictures for porn collections. We pack our gear to get great images. The below photograph was taken about 7 years ago and hangs in my home office. It’s part of my San Francisco collection. When kids ask me who it is, I tell them it’s Bane, from Batman. ! 🙂
I’m not here to debate the First Amendment. Anyone can legally photography on a public street but these “warnings” create a hostile environment for photographers with camera gear while those photographing with the ubiquitous smartphone are not branded as perverts.
What am I gonna do about it? It’s Not Complicated. I’ll just save the admission fee and film and photograph places that are not criminalizing photography.
Just came back from the theatre.
From this point on, I will no longer entertain the question of why we have a Donald Trump.
The movie provides a much better answer than I can….I happily defer to Michael Moore’s FAHRENHEIT 11/9.