Photography has changed my life. Â During my seven years of blogging, the so-called “real writers” of the internet looked down at my writing, thinking my silly posts as unworthy of true art. Â But today, there is a new freedom of expression in the air. Â And I can honestly say that in 2012, I don’t worry about my status as a writer anymore. Â Â Now it is the “real photographers” who look down at me, thinking my instagram photos of hot chicks crossing the street as unworthy of true art.
Of course, being an artist has always been tough. Â Creative skills are rarelyÂ transferableÂ from one art form to another. The essential tool of the great poet — the French beret — merely conveys amateur status when worn as a photographer’s hat, since most professional photographers wear fedoras.
The writer shows a disdain for the physical world. Â He walks the streets of the city, scribbling in his notebook, forgetting to tie his own shoelaces. Â Â He is a man of words and ideas. Â But the photographer must take an interest in the physical beauty of life, because most paying gigs require him to make something ordinary — a hamburger, a baby, a wedding, some crappy couch at IKEA — into glossy eye candy the consumer will envy. Â Different hats, different skill sets.
Next month, at the Aiming Low Non-Conference, I will be leading a Camera Phone Photowalk. Â I can’t wait to meet up with you and talk about iphoneography. Let’s trade photo tricks, and have some fun taking photos.
Several attendees have already emailed me with suggested topics of discussion. Â One personal question seems to be number one on that list Â –“Neil, how are you able to get so many photos of strangers without them noticing you in the street?”
Let me answer this question for you right now.
Despite what you may think, anyone can become a iPhone street photographer. There are no special requirements. Â Nothing needs to be learned about composition or lighting. Â The only way to truly achieve a completely spontaneous photograph of a complete stranger is to accomplish, what I like to call — “stealing his soul.”
According to most religious beliefs, each individual has a unique “soul.”
The LORD God formed man [of] the dust of the ground,
and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;
and man became a living soul.
The soul exists outside of the body. It is immaterial and eternal. Â When a photographer sets his eye on his subject, using his iPhone to take a photo, the true artist steals the stranger’s consciousness (his soul), and embeds this energy life-force onto the memory card of the phone. Â Once this soul has been sucked in through the iPhone camera aperture, the stranger will continue to exist as a living being in the physical world, but merely as an empty vessel. Â His soul will now be held safely at the Instagram host company’s storage facility, along with the photo that was taken by the artist.
Those without photographic experience frequently make comments on Instagram, writing nonsense such as “great color” or “love the angle,” but 95% of the effectiveness of any one photo is the life-force of the stolen soul.
We can discuss more about this fascinating artistic subject during next month’s photowalk. I hope you’ll come.
Perhaps I’ll even take a photo of YOU.