No words can describe how I felt when I saw this poor soul painfully making his way up 42nd St.in NYC's Times Square. Contempt is what I felt for those who passed him by laughing at him, snickering, looking down their noses, and making wide swings around him as they made their way to their theaters and restaurants. I needed to photograph him, perhaps as a reminder of how close I came to being just like him several years ago. Painful memory, painful reminder.
Technically...yeah, I know that his shirt is blown out and it might have been sharper, but that didn't matter to me at the time.
#1 - collapsed against the steps of the theater housing the hit musical "42nd St.".
#2 - still on 42nd St, I wanted to catch just the feet of the passersby who deftly avoided him. Both images taken with the Contax G2 & Zeiss 90/2.8 Delta 100
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). While I'm not sure about this particular man, I know in other instances Charles has commented about the time he has spent chatting with some of his subjects. To me that's made a difference right there. Would money and a home help a lot more? Of course, but being treated as a fellow human being is certainly a start. Steve has also mentioned in this thread the amount of time that he spent interacting with people on the streets while he was a photojournalist. I think for me what's important is the motive behind the shots, and I don't think blanket statements about this type of photography are fair.