Friday, August 10, 2012

The Portrait As a journalistic genre


For some, the overview is the most grateful journalistic genre: it requires more skill than those photographers to minutes of public parks, armed with an old Laika, one-legged tripod adaptable and a dazzling flash of magnesium. According to the simplistic and uninformed of these self-styled critics, sketch and photograph consist only get there, press the button and capture what happens. Ah! And, if lucky, get paid for it above. Not justify the portrait journalistic genre because, in my case, not only seems shameless, it would indeed be a vain and futile impertinence. Instead, it you agree with me that no two identical photographs and two photographers are comparable. Photography is an art that has finally found its place in museums, with exhibits contemplation which takes longer and produces more pleasure than many galleries.

Nor will I make here a review of the history of photography for which I am not trained at all. In Limoges, home to a beautiful porcelain and cyclist Raymond Poulidor, there is a secluded museum that collects the first steps of Daguerre and his followers in an effort to perpetuate the human image in a plate with an inverted mirror game. To explain it there. I just want to thank a generation of photographers unique Catalan-Catala-Roca missing, Xavier Miserachs, Oriol Maspons ...- I've had the opportunity to see them work and enjoy the results of their work. Thanks to them, their images, unique and distinct vision of things and people she portrays, simply told many stories that would be idle and expendable stories have become so extraordinary and subjugated as the best stories of Edgar Allan Poe . The other, the semblance of journalistic or literary, I admit, is much easier. Even so, there has been between us unique talented people and fertile, as we have described a character, we have shown unusual angles, aspects and features hidden recesses, by demonstrating, have given us a new and enriched view of its protagonist.

I'll take two names I admired Juan Marse, whose Bestiary was once a mirror to check my deficiencies, and Valencian Manuel Vicent, agile pen journalist and polychrome, whose style has unfortunately not continue his height ( ...) (From the foreword of the book characters of all life .- ARIAS ENRIQUE VEGA .- Francisco Tomás y Valiente Center UNED Alzira-Valencia .- .- .- 2007 .- 108 pages 9 euros)

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