I went to Basel Pride, Basel tickt bunt, meaning to avoid the postcard shots. I knew I’d take some anyway; they’re a way of standing close to a community whose rights matter to me. But the picture I was after was a different one: an isolated gesture, a moment of closeness outside the crowd. The…
People talk about street photography techniques as if there were only one: walk around, find a moment, press the shutter. But after enough time on the street you start to notice that you’re not doing one thing at all. You’re doing three: Fishing, Hunting and Reacting. They feel completely different from the inside, they ask different things…
Basel is a quiet city. That’s the first thing people notice while doing street photography in Basel, and the first thing they get wrong. It looks orderly, prosperous, a little reserved, Swiss in all the expected ways. But street photography is the art of paying attention until the surface gives way, and Basel rewards that…
It was late afternoon in Basel, the kind of light that has given up its heat but not its color. I had no plan and no expectation, just walking, looking, the way you do when nothing in particular has happened yet. Then I saw the wings. A woman was wearing them: a pair of wings,…
There is no right or wrong exposure. There never was. I called this place The Wrong Exposure because the first thing photography teaches you is a set of rules, and the second thing, if you’re lucky, is that the rules were never the point. The horizon doesn’t have to be straight. The frame doesn’t have to be…