Time Travel - 1960's America
If could travel back in time, I would chose to go back to the 1960’s. Aside from the great music and wicked fashion, the sixties were also one of the most shaping decades in American documentary photography.
It was a decade of both hope and despair for the American people. JFK became president and was assassinated three years later, president Lyndon Johnson signed the Civil Rights Act of 1964, and Astronaut Neil Armstrong sets foot on the moon. All of these events and many more were brought in to the American street and for the street photographer to document. It was the prime time of Robert Frank, Garry Winogrand, Lee Friedlander, Elliott Erwitt, Diane Arbus, and Vivian Maier, to name a few.
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I truly believe that decade and talent of the time to be the reason I became a photographer. These photographers and the work they created thought me everything I know about the medium. I do not mean that they taught me about how to change my camera’s aperture, or even aesthetics like composition and light. They taught me how to feel. Not look at a photograph but FEEL a photograph. How visual documentation affects our lives and impacts generations of people, and how important of a tool photography is.
Here are a few examples of iconic photographs that tell a sliver of a story from America of the 1960’s.
I constantly try to bring this inspiration into my own work and remember to not get caught up in technicality to the point I could miss important moments. After all, these moments allow me to connect to the people that I work with on a whole different level. I must admit that every single relationship I have with my couple means a lot to me. The trust we build together has a direct affect on how to photos are going to look like. Sounds crazy and cliché but that is how photography works.
Below you can see some photographs that are very dear to my heart. The reason I like them so much is because they put me back in the moment and make me feel all the emotions all over again.
Until I build that time machine, I’m just going to put on my tweed jacket and porkpie hat, and put a Miles Davis record on.
See you next time!