My best photographs have
always been photographs that found themselves. I have made enough pictures so
that now I see like a lens focused on a piece of film, act like a negative
projected on a piece of sensitized paper, talk like a picture on a wall. I know
fairly well how to eliminate accidents from my photographing, and,
paradoxically, in so doing I have also learned that the happy accident can be
cultivated!
MINOR WHITE, Found Photographs, Memorable Fancies, 1957.
Contrary to the painter's initiative, which from the outset
resembles that of God, the initiative of the photographer comes afterwards. It
comes after the initiative of the spectacle, which follows that of nature,
which, in its turn, comes after that of the world-wide photographic process. Of
these initiatives, that of the photographer is also the only facultative one.
Photographs, even of psychological or social situations, are obtained through
the automatic application of objectives, films, developers, and fixatives; they
frequently offer interesting or even important results, while texts or aleatory
paintings hardly ever do. Still, there are those effects that can only be
obtained through the intervention of a human agent, the photographer.
Both optional and last, and yet miraculous, the photographer undoubtedly has a
status even more difficult to define than that of the photographs he makes, or,
to be more precise, he helps to make.
First of all, this status is not unequivocal because there are
photographers of the shot, of developing, of the positive print, printed matter
and lay-out. Generally speaking, they do not coincide. Moreover, it is
impossible not to take into account this particular "photographer" who is also
an artistic director foreseeing existent or possible desires of the buyers of
his magazine, and who not only decides which contact print will be kept, but
also the lucky one who will become, in this or that shot, the Berlin child
among the ruins or the pied-noir returning to France.
However, when one uses the word "photographer" without further
nuance, one mostly thinks of someone taking shots. Like the sexual act, the
photographic activity has its stage of arousal, a stagnant phase, a phase of
quasi vegetative triggering, followed by the various stages of pregnancy in the
darkroom with its techniques of burning and dodging, cutouts and re-centerings,
and various lay-outs before reaching a resolution in simple or multiple
deliveries. In this metaphor, the moment of the shot is the orgasmic instant.
The photograph has its manuals of obstetrics, and its philosophy in the
bedroom. The latter thrived the most, confirming the superiority of he who takes
the shots. Accordingly, we will now turn our focus on the photographer.
For a particular photograph of an Italian peasant pointing out
the retreat of the German enemy to even exist, there had to be Robert Capa. The
war reporter, while walking towards the hill on the background, intuited that
the peasant and the American soldier squatting next to him were to form a
triangle inscribing itself within the triangle of the landscape. In addition,
Capa sensed that the peasant would raise his staff until it would cover a fold
of the slope. Thus, in this instant, one cannot decide whether we are merely
looking at an individual making a denunciatory gesture or an entire country
spewing out the intruder.
The extremely tense concentration required for this type of shot
taken in a fraction of a second and at close angle, is known to reporters, but
also to those professionals who meet in a scene of Antonioni's Blow up,
where a photographer is shown who had just snapped away at his model before
collapsing on a sofa in a sort of orgasmic exhaustion. This demand culminates
with photographers who do not touch up the image and who retain the integrality
of the negative, like with Weston's and Cartier-Bresson's focus on the
instantaneous, and Cameron's privileging of the pose. This requires pre-visualization,
that is to say, the capacity to anticipate, in the slightest detail, what the
result will be. Cartier-Bresson speaks of his tiptoeing in order to find the
most intense angle and what he himself dubbed "the decisive moment". He
compares the release of the shutter to a fencer making a lunge. The calling of
those who snap away, pick and choose, crop and touch up afterwards and do not
wager everything on one single click, is no less passionate, although for other
reasons. Sometimes several years afterwards, the latter's old contact sheets
will yield new selections according to new codes.
Curiously, a certain modesty prevails in all this hot and cold
passion. What is essential to the role of almost every photographer is vision
- photographic vision. This is a question of registering and not of
constructing. One must register not only the collapsing soldier, no matter how
emotional this may be, but, more fundamentally, the encounter of the
elements of the reality of the shot soldier with the elements of the
real of the reflected and subsequently impregnating photons through the
anticipation that this photographic imprint will be, after developing and
printing, an extraordinary trigger of mental schemas, which one can
already feel teeming at the very instant the shutter is released. Many
photographers state that they have had this vision directly and continuously
since childhood. This is telling for two reasons. On the one hand, this does
not fully apply to painters, who
predominantly paint what they have constructed. If need be, this could confirm
the extent to which photographers do not compose in the strict sense of
the term. On the other hand, the commonness of the photographer's photographic
view would justify its everyday nature through the viewer's brief scanning of
magazines, while paintings are hung in museums or family shrines.
One has therefore concluded too rashly that the photographer as
shot-taker is a 'hunter of images.' The word conjures up loading, to aim,
fire, and capture; to take, shoot and snap. However, the
camera is certainly not a revolver, despite the sound of the shutter and the
phallic protuberance exploited in publicity. Neither is it, to keep with this
sexual imagery, a suction pump. The camera is rather a trap that must
lead its prey into getting caught. The photographer as shot-taker resembles the
hunter-trapper. The trapper is as passive as he is active. For the
animal to enter man's scheme, man must take in beforehand the animal's
behavior. The word trapper is used by North American Indians and indicates
precisely the complicity between the hunter and his prey as the uttermost
brotherhood. The classic trope of the proximity between photography and
sexuality is evocative only if one keeps in mind the idea of a reciprocal
rhythmic coaptation.
In addition, the metaphor of the trap also indicates that the
photographer remains on the outside. The trapper is satisfied with connecting
the trap with the prey. The photographer as shot-taker connects the spectacle with
the camera obscura. He never sees exactly as the film
"sees." If the viewfinder is distinct from the lens, the eye sees
simultaneously with the camera, but from another point of view. If we are
dealing with a reflex camera, the eye sees from the same place as the camera,
but at another moment, i.e. prior to it.
All comparisons end here. Ordinarily, the trapper does not
adjust the trap to his prey every single minute. But above all, he eats his
prey. The photographer as shot-taker is a signalman as well as a trapper. His
most essential tasks consist of the measuring of shot angles, incoming
curvatures, the amount of aperture, rabatment time, and the intensity of
darkness of the shot. And he does not devour his prey. Often, he is a pure
predator, capturing for the sake of it, knowing that he will only catch
shadows - he steals the shadows of others, as Shuji Terayama phrases it.
Alternatively, the photographer might recycle "mental things" in
unlimited and multiform industrial printings. Or he might accumulate his
traces in photographic collections of Babylonian proportions, awaiting
endless recyclings. What strange type of hunter-trapper is this who does not
even catch his prey but merely its traces? And what to think of 'game'
consisting of wild rabbits, the curves of a lover's smile and Orion's nebula?