Julian Wasser, the artful and rakish photojournalist who chronicled the celebrity culture of Los Angeles that began percolating in the 1960s — a heady, sexy and often combustible brew of new Hollywood, art and rock ’n’ roll — as well as the city’s darker moments, creating some of the most indelible images of that era, died on Feb. 8 in Los Angeles. He was 89.
Spec photographer Barry Gray called Hourigan “an old-school photojournalist” whose “first love, and best skill, was photographing news.” His wife said he sometimes beat firefighters to a fire and they joked about checking him for matches.
Ms. Dopkeen roamed widely with her camera for The Times, whether capturing Muhammad Ali squaring off against Joe Frazier, female prison inmates training puppies to be service dogs, exuberant children enjoying summers in urban parks, or the aerialist Philippe Petit pausing during an eight-and-a-half minute tiptoe across the Great Falls gorge in Paterson, N.J., before 30,000 gaping spectators.
There is a symmetry between Corky Lee’s passing and the rise of Stop Anti-Asian Hate: the departure of Asian America’s greatest documentarian and its most visible recent efflorescence. Years earlier, the brief window of postwar Asian American radicalism s
I DID NOT REALLY BELIEVE that Corky Lee would pass away. I heard early reports that the radical photographer had contracted Covid-19 and stayed overnight at the hospital, but then he began to recover. We weren’t close, but he was so ubiquitous, such a fixture at seemingly every Asian American civic event, that he came to feel more familiar than many of my friends. A secretly shy person, he dodged his introversion by simply taking your photograph, or he’d pounce on you with a harangue, his manner paradoxically imposing and self-effacing
She brought a narrative eye and a social consciousness to her work, whether covering refugee crises, celebrities or fashion. But much of it might have been lost.
Ms. Stafford retired in the 1980s to learn Mandarin, write poetry and support human rights initiatives. Or maybe her razor-sharp photographic vision had lost a bit of clarity. “Many years ago,” she said, “a photographer in New York told me, ‘Photographers don’t grow old, they just grow out of focus.’”
SEATTLE (AP) — Jack Smith, an Associated Press photographer who captured unforgettable shots of the eruption of Mount St. Helens, the Exxon-Valdez oil spill, boxer Mike Tyson biting off part of Evander Holyfield’s ear, and weeping figure skater Tonya Hard
“People use the word legendary way too often, but in Jack’s case it might be an understatement,” said David Ake, the AP’s director of photography. “He could make pictures and friends faster than anyone I have ever met. If there was a big story in the West, there would be Jack — with his huge smile, beating you to the scene and making pictures you only wish you could have made.”
The photographer Marilyn Stafford, who died on 2 January, aged 97, attributed much of her success to serendipity: being in the right place at the right time. “I think there are leprechauns or little guardian angels hovering over me,” she once said.
After carrying a camera across battlefields, he became a magazine photographer known for his images of famous subjects like Georgia O’Keeffe and Greta Garbo.
After carrying a camera across battlefields, he became a magazine photographer known for his images of famous subjects like Georgia O’Keeffe and Greta Garbo.
American-born French photographer William Klein has passed away at the age of 96 in his home in Paris. Klein is considered one of the most influential and “groundbreaking” photographers thanks to his 1956 photo book Life is Good & Good for You in New York.
Fearless and free-spirited, he pushed the boundaries of life and photography, recording intimate images of combat that helped shift the course of the war.
Fearless and free-spirited, he pushed the boundaries of life and photography, recording intimate images of combat that helped shift the course of the war.
Grobet began to view the culture and world of Mexican Professional Wrestling through her camera lens in the 1980s. Known as Lucha Libre Mexicana, Mexican professional wrestling had been a favorite sport in Mexico, and one which Grobet had adored since a young child.
Steve Gonzales, a devoted family man and veteran Houston Chronicle photojournalist beloved for his unwavering kindness, faith and optimism, died Saturday after a long, valiant battle with cancer. He was 60.
“My idea of a good picture is one that’s in focus and of a famous person doing something unfamous,” the artist Andy Warhol wrote, in 1979. “It’s being in the right place at the wrong time. That’s why my favorite photographer is Ron Galella.”
He personified the paparazzi — brazen and relentless in chasing the famous, particularly Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis. But his pictures also came to be admired.
Mr. Galella was called a creep, a stalker and worse when he began shooting pictures of celebrities in the 1960s, before mass circulation magazines like People and Us made the presence of paparazzi like him ubiquitous — and a full generation before phone cameras and websites like TMZ made celebrity stalking the pastime of legions.
Armed only with her Leica camera and mounted on a Vespa, Battaglia scoured the alleyways of Palermo during the 1970s and 1980s photographing the victims of mafia murders and the internal wars between rival clans. As a result she received several death threats.
She was an artist who was studying anthropology when she became an activist in the civil rights movement and a rare woman to document Black life in photos.
“I had a quest to show what the average person was doing,” she told the Southern Oral History Program in 2011, part of a collaboration with the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History & Culture. “I had a quest to show our culture in total, not just a little bit, or negative stereotypes.”
She wanted to teach me photo editing to better inform my photography. For months, we met at 7 a.m. to look through 75 years of Fortune magazine photography at what is now called the Life Picture Collection. She’d explain to me her vision of a successful frame, what she looked for in a photographic composition and why some images had become icons. We’d sift through the hundreds of folders each morning before the workday began.