This afternoon I went for a walk around town with my Olympus Trip 35 - a camera I've owned for a few years, but never used. I hadn't planned to take photos of anything specific... this was really just an opportunity to get comfortable with shooting with the camera, its viewfinder framing, zone focusing etc, and to try my first ever roll of Fomapan 400. So, I was pretty indescriminate with regard to subjects... I took some photos of Front Street (the main street), various shops, pubs, churches, a few odd little alley-ways etc. I'm sure you folks know the kind of stuff I mean. Anyway, one rule I have in my photography is that I generally don't take photos of people - especially without their permission - for a couple of reasons: (1) I don't like having my
own photo taken, so I assume others will feel the same; (2) related to point 1, I don't like unnecessary confrontation... I'm no shrinking violet, but in all aspects of my life these days, I like to stay in the background, be the nice guy that no-one has any trouble with, never be the one to annoy others...
So as I'm walking down towards the bottom end of Front Street, I see a Turkish barber's shop, and through the window I see one of the barbers cutting a guy's hair. It looked like an interesting (if not particularly original) scene, and almost without thinking I lifted the camera to my eye, snapped off the shot, and walked away. After a few seconds I hear a voice behind me... "
Hey!... Hey!!". I turn around, and there's the barber. He looks Turkish, or maybe Cypriot, but could be from elsewhere in that region. He definitely looks unhappy
"
What was that? What are you doing?", he asks, not sounding too friendly about it. "
Hi there. I'm just trying out an old camera I bought and taking a few photos around town", I reply. "
Why? Why this shop?", he demands. At this point, I'm thinking he could be (a) working illegally, (b) claiming benefits, yet working for cash on the side, (c) expecting his landlord to kick him out for back rent, or any number of other reasons. "
I saw the shop and thought it looked cool, that's all. No other reason. It's a hobby, and I'm just trying out this old camera from the 1970s", I explain, and offer the camera to him so he can examine it. I figure the fact that it's so old and clearly not digital might convince him I'm no private investigator, and not from Immigration Enforcement or the Department of Work & Pensions, or some other government agency. He takes the camera and looks it over, at which point I'm thinking "
Did I do the right thing here? He might smash it on the ground, or throw it at me" (it is, after all, fairly heavy and made of metal
)... but I figure it's just an old camera, and it's not the end of the world if he breaks it. Then he smiles a little as he hands it back to me and says, "
Why are you using that instead of your phone?", and we end up having a very brief but quite pleasant conversation about film cameras and film in general having a resurgence, and how I've just started developing my own film at home
Finally, he says "
You know, I charge for photos!", and I reply, "
If it makes any money, I'll split it with you!". We shake hands, and I go on my way
It was a minor issue with a nice outcome... but it reminded me of why, as a general rule, I don't photograph people - at least, not without asking. Some folks just don't like it, or have other reasons why they don't want to be immortalised on film or digital file... and it's really none of my business what those reasons might be. Of course, I could have explained that it was perfectly legal for me to take photos of his shop with him in the window - but I don't want any friction. This is my hobby... it's for enjoyment... and it's challenging enough without having to deal with irate subjects.
Anyway, we parted in a friendly manner... but I don't think I'll be going there for a shave or haircut any time soon, though. I have my doubts about the place now
Last edited by BigMackCam; 12-21-2021 at 03:39 PM.