Sure enough, I reached Churchgate railway station–the busiest place in the heart of the city–at 8 a.m. Ge that was unmeasurable, a flood of people who would then be dispersed to their places of work. Danny Lyon © Danny Lyon | Magnum Photos I had a single surviving vintage print, and with the arrival of the digital age, it was scanned allowing these small prints to be made. The old sleeves were burned in the garbage and that was the end of the negative of one of the best pictures I would ever make. Only the person doing this neglected to look inside the originals for a single separated frame. Another decade went by and Magnum decided my original cellulose negative sleeves were not archival so all the prison negatives were moved from the original sleeves into archival paper sleeves. In the 1990s, Magnum sent that roll of negatives to a printer for an enlargement and for some reason the printer cut the frame off from the strip of six, frame 36, the last image on the roll. Afterward the foundation asked if they could have one of the prints. 86th street, to apply for a Guggenheim Fellowship. I used the prints I was making for Conversations with the Dead, most of them in Bruce Davidson’s darkroom on W. Spent most of 1968 walking around inside the Walls. They are not even images really, but a jelly substance reflecting reality so thinly, so ephemerally, that what we are left with is just a void in our hands-nothing but the interstices where photography can still, at times, make an appearance.”Ĭopyright © Iñaki Bonillas © Iñaki Bonillas | Magnum Photos Those images seen everywhere, although strictly photographic, are just ghosts, shadows of what we used to think of as photos. What we are looking at right now is not only the production of images in astronomical quantities, but also in a mode where even the concept of photography has vanished. For me, that question needed to be urgently revisited.
In 1972, Daido Moriyama made his legendary book, Bye Bye Photography, in an attempt to answer the pressing question of what photography could still be for his generation. What we see then is nothing but the gestures of the hands while taking a picture, and the voids that form around those hands where a camera is no longer there-yet is somehow still present. Micha Bar-Am © Micha Bar Am | Magnum Photos
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By the way, today there is free distribution of special masks for bearded people and a special solution for pets.” Most of them landed not far from our home and we could hear every explosion. So I photographed them.Īs it turned out, the warheads did not contain unconventional materials but the damage that the 39 missiles caused was severe. I was ready to photograph it, with my equipment already in my car, when I heard the alarm, but as it was not clear yet whether the missile was ‘conventional’ or not, I decided to wait it out with my family–my wife, our two sons, and our house cat. The day on which the first missile was launched the siren sounded and everybody gathered in the sealed room. Oddly, there was no solution for bearded men like myself, nor for pets, who could not wear the masks. Because the missiles were capable of carrying chemical or biological warheads, Israelis were equipped with gas masks and instructed to seal off a room in their homes. Ating, bowing to pressure from the United States, which was leading an offensive against Iraq.