I'd been looking forward to Eeyore's Birthday party since......last year. It's kind of silly. Some of my attraction is nostalgia, I've a been attending since the early days when there were fewer than six or seven dozen people in the park celebrating the arrival of Spring and the happiness of being in a wonderful little city, filled with wonderfully creative people. No matter how the event grows or changes it's still a testimony to our city's spirit. Our collective will to honor weirdness as a potent antidote to the relentless homogenization of world culture and, at the same time, a wonderful market differentiator for a city that attracts smart and creative people in droves.
But honestly I love the event because I can go and immerse myself into the fun and take images to preserve what the spirit of the city was for future generations. Or even just for my son. The people who come to Eeyore's seem to welcome photography. I would add that people in general welcome photography that they perceive as gentle and well intentioned and that's how I try to proceed. But I'm only human, like the rest of you, and I slip over the ethical line from time to time. I don't hide or try to sneak images. I don't stand WAAAAAAY back and try to snatch photos with my 70-200mm lens or a 300mm lens. I think it's only fair to be close enough and obvious enough to give people a fighting chance to object to being photographed, if that's their desire. But unlike most street photography there's a hint of complicity and permission on the part of the subjects just by dint of coming out into the park in an unabashed way. Costumed and on parade. And anyone who has been to an event like this before understands and accepts that they'll be surrounded by our generation of new documentarians.
When I walk through areas of the park where people are in small groups I smile and ask first. That might not work for your style but I'm less of a candid shooter and more of a photographer who is interested in a visual and social collaboration. Conversely, if someone is making an ass of themselves in public they are abrogating the rules and become fair game for whatever your style of photography might be. But that goes both ways. If you, as a photographer, are in a subject's space without at least their tacit permission then you've also broken the unspoken agreement and are subject to disregard or push back.
While there are no real rules about what gear you drag along with you it would seem to make sense to me to travel as lightly as you can. I'm a big adherent of one camera, one lens but I watched some photographers take a different approach, finding a space off to one side, setting up a background and a few slaved strobes and inviting party goers to step into the imaginary confines of their temporary "studios" to have their portraits taken. Seems fun. And if you don't want to be photographed you don't step into their "studios."
There are some photographers who seem like fish out of water. They come loaded for bear. As though they were on a once in a lifetime assignment for National Geographic. They've got a camera criss-crossed over each shoulder on the fetishistic para-military strap of the moment (because, like their holsters for their handguns, their new straps give em western style "quick draw" capability...). They've got the "big iron" long zoom on one body and the wide angle zoom on another body. They've got a big, black camera bags with lots of attached lens sacks hanging like goiters off the sides. They actually take up the "footprint" of two humans as they swing their optical baggage to and fro. These guys (and it's always men) make the enjoyable, non-professional documentation of a happy party look like serious and painful work.
I saw my friend, Andy, there. In his usual elegant style he had one little Olympus EP3 with a 45mm lens on the front. It was all he needed. So minimal that he didn't even include a VF2 finder. He would just glance at the screen on the back and "use the force."
I saw my friend, John Langmore, there and he held a small Leica rangefinder cupped into one hand. He was shooting black and white film. Anything he needed, other than his one, handheld camera had to fit in the pockets of his pants. No swinging, bashing bags for him.
(I don't actually ask dogs for permission but I listen closely if they protest...)
In fact, this year most of the photographers who were working the crowd did so with gear minimalism in mind. They mingled smoothly and seemed to be finding their decisive moments.
I worked in a very loose stye this year. I took one camera and one lens. I chose the Sony a57 and the 85mm 2.8 Sony lens. The whole package was light and mobile. The 85 is kind of long on the APS-C sensor of the camera but it's so sharp, wide open, that I came to like it very much for its ability to push the background out of focus. In the past I've worked in a very controlled way. I used to shoot with manual exposure. Last year I used a manual focus 50mm lens on an older, Canon 1DS2 body. This year I set the lens to f3.5, the camera to aperture priority and the ISO to Auto. If the camera chose a combination that looked to dark I'd punch the exposure compensation button and dial in as much compensation as the monitor in front of my eye indicated would be enough. It was a fast, fluid and almost unconscious (from a technical point of view) way to shoot and it appealed to me very much.
Since the camera is too new to have a raw conversion profile in any of my raw converters I chose to shoot everything as a Jpeg. If you can't nail shots outdoors without using raw you probably have some practice to undertake...
Using the full 16 megapixels and the highest quality Jpeg settings I had the potential of cramming about 2400 images on my 16 gigabyte SD card. No need to carry a spare. I fudged a bit on the idea of absolute minimalism by sticking a back up battery in the pocket of my shorts. Didn't need it. I shoved $20 in my pocket and headed out for fun.
There were several younger people who didn't want to be photographed. I didn't photograph them. There were shy tourists in the crowd. Woman in smart polo shirts, Coach bags over one shoulder, beer in hand, gawking at the people in lavish costumes. They didn't want their pictures taken either. So I didn't photograph them.
Stylistic Camera Minimalism.
Chimping with style.
I didn't realize till later that this guy's hat was a Green Lantern hat. I wish I knew where he got it...
The comments are open but....please don't argue that we have a RIGHT to do whatever we want with our cameras in public. I know that. But sometimes manners make more sense.