Was a time I wandered around with a camera around my neck and acted like the “cool photojournalist” type. Another aspect of “career” I never acted on in any serious way.
Except the work. I loved the work. The images were all. (I’d read about Alfred Eisenstadt walking away from his position at LIFE Magazine when a new batch of editors started cropping his photographs with scissors. He told them it was in his contract that they run his work as he gave it to them, but they said “Pop, it’s just not done that way anymore, you gotta get with the times” and he said “No, I don’t” and quit. …