CHAPTER 1 - QUID EST
At the beginning I thought I might leave this for the end, as a closing comment, a conclusion, but I think it is more honest to talk about it right now, before hate mail or bullying messages start clogging my inbox!
So many times people ask themselves, or even worse, ask others, if what they are doing is Street Photography. Ladies and Gents, I give you the biggest scam, the worst fallacy in the contemporary art photography.
There is no such a thing as photographic genre, style, trend, movement. We are not painters, nor artisans! Clumsy poets, maybe! The photographer is a peculiar human being. Within days, an isolated and socially limping individual, finds a way to connect to an otherwise untouchable world. One day, all 3-dimensional monsters become 2-dimensional pets! One day, all ghosts and nightmares are packed in a box, if necessary with a straightjacket.
One day, the photographer wakes up and decides (s)he has something to say. Only that words wouldn't do. Words wouldn't be enough, either because of a young and untrained logos, or because of a constant failure to verbally communicate with peers!
To be cont'd
NB: The pictures featuring here won't be in the book. I only wish I could have been the author. Instead, they reflect quite well my thoughts and this makes them extraordinary in my eyes. I am grateful to all those who give me the opportunity to see also throught theirs.
Michail Moscholios - Photo by George Tsilis