Film. Photo by Paha_L, DepositPhotos.
BitDepth#1213 for September 05, 2019
Since January, I’ve been posting some of my older photographs to Instagram.
Some of the work has stirred interest and opportunity, because old photographs have an integrity and value beyond their subject matter.
Styles of clothing, famous people while they were quite young, background details and recontextualisation all recast old photographs for the modern eye.
Reviewing old contact sheets, I’ve been struck by images I’d considered inconsequential or marginal that have a very different meaning in 2019.
One of the results of that sharing has been an increase in requests for photos.
That isn’t new either, but the big surprise has been how few people seem to be interested in paying anything at all for access to the work.
There have been requests that make sense, from academia, from small, no-budget projects, and there have been requests that don’t, that come from people with a budget who simply haven’t allocated any of it to the licensing of creative work. For the following reasons, I find that annoying in the extreme.
I have a body of work dating back more than four decades and it didn’t happen by accident.
My guiding compasses in building photo preservation systems came from Noel Norton, who already had an impressive archive when I started taking photographs, and Time-Life, who turned years of publication into a monolithic archive of imagery that seemed to be published everywhere.
There were many other photographers working at the time with much larger collections of excellent work. Much of it has disappeared.
Some shot for newspapers who created libraries of published work but treated the larger corpus of unused creation like annoying chaff.
There have been two short engagements when I worked as a photographer on staff, relinquishing my rights to the photos I created as works for hire.
First at an advertising agency, where I did a side project on Carnival 1979 that included my first photos of Minshall. That work was declared lost when I asked after it.
The second was the two years I led the photographic department at the Guardian, photographing the 1990 coup attempt along the way. In less than three years, all those negatives had disappeared.
Add in the ill-considered moments when I trusted publishers with my original transparencies who never returned them and there’s a whole collection of early work that I still feel like the ghost of a lost arm.
Keeping work isn’t easy at all.
Norton suggested that I keep negatives in glassine pages (a type of neutral wax paper) rather than the more common plastic sheets. In humid TT, negatives would stick terminally to the plastic. The same might happen with glassine but it was possible to soak the whole archival page in water to float the paper off the emulsion. I’ll be forever grateful to him for that generous advice.
Turning analog film into digital files remains a significant challenge.
In the heyday of film scanning, between 1992 and 2000, high-quality, marginally affordable desktop scanners were available.
They are not anymore. It’s either Hasselblad’s Imacon or rubbish.
And those fancy software tricks that Kodak created in the 90’s to fix scratches and correct scanner errors? They don’t work on black and white film, so that’s hands on repair, clone click by click, square inch by square inch.
In short, keeping the work is hard work. I built custom furniture in my office to house my negatives.
Scanning and correcting negatives and transparencies is hard work, often requiring hours of step by step correction to restore. Some old colour dyes shift in unpredictable ways, making colours impossible to correct.
Preserving digital versions is hard work. Master files are huge. Digital migrations from older media is time-consuming and expensive. Mass copies must be verified.
This isn’t unique to photography. Christopher Laird’s effort to preserve the Banyan video archive is without precedent in the region.
Yet it seems easy for people who seem sensible otherwise to decide that this work has no value worthy of recompense.
Companies will have meetings about work they need, consume executive time, plan for the costs of printing and framing then declare there’s no budget for the actual work itself.
It’s history, they say. It’s for the culture, they claim.
If archived media is as ubiquitous as such arguments imply, why isn’t there more of the work around? Why was so much of it lost, discarded or stored so poorly it’s unusable?
I’ve personally watched millions of photos disappear at the Guardian and Express alone as the bulk, unpublished archives are condemned for taking up valuable space. The only difference between analog and digital, ultimately, is that you have to get handymen to consign atoms to the dump.
So this is why I find it so easy to decline absurd requests. It’s disrespectful. It spits on the work, takes a steamy brown dump on the archiving effort and completely disregards the human investment in its creation.
“No,” is the very least I owe you in response.