am affronted by the assault I have recently received from Mrs Monk.
She is the “photographer,” and I am her servant that sorts and promotes her photographs.
My complaint to her is that she does not supply me with enough photographs of people
Portraits of Homo Sapiens are the most difficult subject.
Not only do they not necessarily co-operate by providing the right smile at the right time, but also because the photographer is faced with the ethical difficulties of whether or not she has acquired the required consent of the subject. It may not be explicitly written in law what or who might be snapped in public or private places, but that does not stop the law intervening here and there, demanding that photographers move on or face the consequences. Photographers have been harassed in order to defend children from pedophiles, and celebrities from paparazzi, and even in order to defend monuments from fundamentalists. Unless you are in a war zone, an earthquake, or in a remote field of lilacs or snowdrops, Photography is forever compromised.
It is hard to realise all this is going on when you view all that is to be seen on You Tube, and even more outfield web sites where anything goes.
Because of these ethical difficulties, I am obliged to put myself forward as a face that is willing to be exploited, and rather more than my face has been sacrificed on these pages, in the name of Mrs Monks art. The few that have seen my less than Adonis-like shape will realise that “vanity” had nothing to do with it.
Recently I published the set of pictures “Quelle Chapeau” and I was immediately accused of the sin of “vanity” by Mrs Monk, because she had taken more pictures of me wearing a hat, than I had taken of her wearing a hat. Yes, she counted.
As much as I feel the necessity to keep myself to myself as much as possible, I have now decided to let it all hang out, and to tell and to show it like it is. A new me, me, me.
10 January 2010