People still ask me why I shoot street, why I take photos of people I don’t know — of events few will remember and places that are seemingly nondescript. I take them because someone knows them, because few might otherwise remember, because nothing is nondescript.
María de la Inmaculada Concepción Martín Picciotto, Vigo, Spain 15 Jan 1936 – 25 Jan 2016. Conchita maintained a continuous peace protest at the White House from 1981 until her death last month. Some will ask “Did her protest really matter?” It mattered to me, not because it was important, but because it was her life’s work. Shouldn’t that always matter?
People still ask me why I shoot street, why I take photos of people I don’t know — of events few will remember and places that are seemingly nondescript. I take them because someone knows them, because few might otherwise remember, because nothing is nondescript. I shoot them because they deserve to outlive these shells that carry them.
I shoot because of people like Connie Picciotto.
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By 2010, her body was bent, but her resolve was unflagging. Foreign tourists would stop, I imagine as fascinated by…
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