World Press Photo: 470,214 Pictures Later

Stephen Mayes, World Press Photo Secretary for six years, gave a widely noted keynote address at this year’s event in Amsterdam. Refreshing and fact driven, I think the address is relevant outside the field of photojournalism, as are his concerns that much of today’s photography emphasizes the romantic over the real, the copied view over the personal vision. If you have the time, I recommend to listen to the audio record of the whole thing, here. Excerpts from his original script, including three out of many photos Stephen took behind the scenes during his tenure, below. JH

[…] I wonder if World Press Photo is peeling away from reflecting the media as it is, and is rather reflecting the media the way we wish it were. Of the 376 images awarded prizes this year, I would be curious to know how many have been published in a paid-for context. Maybe all of them. Maybe. But the overall impression that I’m left with from the 470,214 images that I have seen entered into the contest in the current decade, is that they reflect a form of photojournalism that is now more romantic than functional.

Copyright 2004 Stephen Mayes

[…] The overwhelming impression from the vast volume of images is that photojournalism (as a format for interpreting the world) is trying to be relevant by copying itself rather than by observing the world. Nowhere is this more obvious than at World Press Photo where every year the winners stimulate a slew of copyists (in style and content). It’s easy to understand why when we consider that the last twenty years has seen an explosion in the numbers of professional photojournalists and a collapse of the traditional markets. As more photographers compete for less page space, a lot of work ends up in competitions as the only outlet – and as the largest, World Press Photo gets more than its fair share.

Every year, the jury is astonished by the repetition of subjects and the lack of variety in the coverage. From the infinity of human experience the list of subjects covered by the entrants would fill a single page, and (excluding sports as a specialist area) could be reduced even to three lines:

– The disposed and the powerless
– The exotic
– Anywhere but home (the American election would be one of the exceptions to this rule….)

Copyright 2008 Stephen Mayes

This is the general view, the blurred impression of 470,214 images and of course there are many exceptions. But meanwhile hospitals and the sick (and especially mental hospitals), the afflicted, the poor, the injured are photographed way in excess of their actual numbers. And I have a feeling that there are as many photographers as drug users in the Kabul’s Russian House. As one juror said this year, “90% of the pictures are about 10% of the world.”

– Over represented: commercial sex, suffering black folk, Muslim women in veils, same sex couples kissing, holding hands
– Under represented: middle class, affluent drug users, real sex, personal sex, black culture and expanded vision of black life outside Africa.

[…] What is journalism if it doesn’t inform but merely repeats and affirms what we already know?

– Part client-driven, which is the mirror on the media
– Part a phenomenon of the competition: pictures made for prizes

Interestingly, violence, which is perceived as the cornerstone of World Press Photo is not as heavily represented as people imagine: of the 376 award-winning images in 2009 only 25% [depict] violence/duress, and only 7% actual injury, blood and death.

Maybe the structure of the competition contributes a little to this process. As a category definition “Daily Life” implies a 20th century way of seeing that has been supplanted by “Lifestyle” in the 21st century. The connotations of this vocabulary are subtle but important: in general “Lifestyle” is considered to belong to people like us, and “Daily Life” is considered to belong to other people. But this in no way accounts for the dearth of imagination in how we as a profession represent the world.

Copyright 2009 Stephen Mayes

[It is] important to take innovative risk as well as physical risk. Capa’s famous dictum that “if your pictures aren’t good enough, you’re not close enough” could be applied in this new context to describe an emotional closeness to ones subjects. By that I do not mean a sentimental display of warmth, but at least a real interest in the subject. The adherence to formulaic representation suggests a lack of connection with what’s truly meaningful to oneself and the impression is that many photojournalists photograph what they think they ought to photograph rather than what actually intrigues them.

[“Romantic, as in] heroic, adventurous, remote, mysterious or idealized” defines photojournalism as represented by the vast majority of the entries. Where is the intimate, the personal and the real?

More coverage of the event in Amsterdam here, further commentary here.

Ratatouille, By Mara L.

Thanks to everyone who wrote to me about Watership Down?clearly, the movie has devoted fans! And someone pointed out that it doesn’t only reference Genesis and Homer, but also Darwin. Witness how the animals are already around before they grow their survival tools?teeth and claws and so on. Point taken.

Copyright 2007 Jens Haas - www.jenshaas.com

Anyway, someone else asked me what I think, by comparison, of Ratatouille, the Pixar movie about a little rat who aspires to be a chef. Doesn’t like to eat rotten left-overs from the trash. Loves beautifully prepared and sophisticated food. Just not what a rat should be like. So the rat must leave friends and family. Off to an haute-cuisine restaurant in Paris. She gets her shot at fame by assuming the role of ‘little chef’ for a complete ignoramus. As ‘little chef’ the rat sits under his hat, and directs the cooking by pulling his hair. Overcoming of numerous obstacles. Then finally: the ultimate underdog made it. The rat is famous, the new restaurant aptly called Ratatouille.

Given my role as amateur chef and food critic, and now, newly revealed, my weakness for little animals and kids movies, I’m of course most happy to recommend Ratatouille. I watched it twice on flights between the US and Europe. A most moving experience, because on these flights I’m caught in a vulnerable state of mind: in transit between my two homes, I’m pondering whether I will ever make it in New York City.

But as an artist, I must say I prefer Watership Down. I don’t particularly like the drawings in Ratatouille. And not because rats are somehow less lovely than rabbits. The drawings in Ratatouille don’t aim for beauty, and I love beauty. And then, I also feel that there is something cheap about the way the underdog motif hits me. The moral of the story is a little too obvious. Work hard, and even if you are the most despised being on earth, you will make it. Doesn’t strike me as all that true. But anyway, as a cook at heart I can’t say I didn’t like Ratatouille.