Dog Food - Issue 03 - Summer 2014

TRIGGER FINGERS OF NEW YORK PHOTOGRAPHERS

PAW PRINTS

Robert Frank

DOG BARKS

DOG BARKS

LE FLANEUR Hotel Room

New York, NY - February 20, 2014

© Robert Stevens

Last summer in Paris, I met with Robert Stevens who was spending there several weeks as he loves doing most years. He was staying in a tiny flat filled with extraordinary old stuff and random pieces of art – when I say filled, I mean that there was barely a visible path from the entrance door to the bed or to the kitchen stove. The accumulation was even more impressive on the vertical side: objects were hazardously piling up to the ceiling on various shelves. This is the sort of tiny living places spread all over Saint-Germain-des-Prés, left unchanged from the time of the Existentialists and the writers who followed. We went for a coffee in the neighborhood, visited a few shops and galleries – in one of them, but I can’t remember if it was a boutique, a workshop or an art space, there was a white translucent dress that had the same strange and poetic charisma as a ghost - and he took a small hotel on some dead-end street.

Rue de Nesle, #7. The hotel was owned by a friend of his who he got to know along his weird explora-

tions and frequent visit to the hotel – though he never spent a night there.

It feels more like a house, narrow and three-story high, with more than two bedrooms on each floor. There is also an Eden back garden with wrought iron fenced balconies that look more like suspended terraces. It was maybe 3 pm, the rooms were deserted and we climbed the overdecorated staircase to visit some of them before they got tidied up. Besides the atmosphere of the room - each takes the traveler to a different place - Brittany, Provence, Africa, Morocco, India or even Fairyland -, what was palpable was the recent absence of their inhabitants.

Almost presence. Robert told me how he loved imagining the story of those who, for a little lay over, had passed through. “ I am attracted to the room #16 like Roman Polanski was to his room in The Tenant, written by Roland Topor.” The night passerby has left but has also left behind several clues about her identity. The room she chose, with the single bed surrounded with a net, the way the sheets have been left,

almost untouched. The cover blanket is delicately folded on the bed. There is a tissue standing on the side table, and some looked-at advertizings in the garbage, in English.

The following morning, Robert sent me this image, with a note: “Whenever I am walking with a friend near the Hotel Nesle I take them to see Chambre Sixteen. I love the color of this room, on the 4th floor, high above the bucolic interior garden. The other day, in the morning, I stopped by, with a friend, to show them Sixteen. After, I asked Michele, the owner, who had slept there last night. She responded, “She was from Istanbul, tall, thin and attractive, in her twenties. She was dressed in black: a dress over pants, a shirt, sweater, covered by a warm dark wool coat and wearing a head scarf.

She arrived early, around 10am, spoke only when necessary and soon after checking in, went out of the hotel.”

According to the night person she returned, alone, around 3 or 4 in the morning. She checked out that morning at 9.”

FICTION PHOTOGRAPHER

THE HIGH TIDES

by Matéi Visniec

The girl. The photographer. The old lady.

Girl: This is my cove, mine!

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The photographer by the sea. The girl getting out of the sea.

Photographer: Listen, young girl, what is your name?

Girl: Are you here for the high tides?

Girl: “Listen, young girl, what is your name?” Is that a question? You are not even attractive.

Photographer: Yes.

Photographer: A photographer does not have to be attractive.

Girl: To take photographs?

Girl: You look terrible and your camera does too. It’s heavy and ugly. How can you shoot the high tides with such an ugly camera? (She snatches the camera.) Go away, otherwise I’ll throw your camera into the sea.

Photographer: Yes. Girl: I knew it. I have seen you at the village. You have a camera for each object you want to shoot.

Photographer: I have just this one.

Girl: No, I have seen your car. Your trunk is full of cameras.

Photographer: That is not true.

Girl: Good bye. (She sits on a rock) Yes, I live in the village.

But it is too crowded in the village today. Everybody wants to see the high tides. They even organized a fair. This is ridiculous. Why does everybody want to see the high tides?

The photographer: Ok, I will leave. Good bye.

(She gives him the camera back. He moves a few steps away from her.)

Girl: Good bye.

(Pause. He mounts his camera on a tripod.)

Girl: The high tides, it’s me. (Pause. He looks through the viewfinder.) Have you heard? (Pause) At midnight, we will have our feet in the water.

Photographer: Why not?

Photographer: Does it get that high?

Girl: There will be fireworks too. This is ridiculous. Maybe you also want to photograph the fireworks?

Girl: Yes.

Photographer: No. Girl: Fireworks are beautiful.

The photographer: I am here for the tides.

Girl: How much are you paid?

Photographer: I am “paid” if I manage to sell my work myself.

(Pause) Girl: Fireworks are not bad either... (Pause) The smell of grilled sausages wafts even this far. This is not nice. (Pause) How did you know that the high tides are even higher here than in the village?

Photographer: Is that true?

Girl: That is true. But how did you know?

Photographer: I didn’t know. I looked for the quieter cove, this is it.

Girl: No, you followed me.

Photographer: Absolutely not.

Girl: This is my cove, mine. (Pause) If you don’t believe me, you can go and ask people at the village. Nobody gets close to this cove when I am not here. I don’t want my high tides to be photographed. Do you hear me?

Photographer: What’s your name?

Girl: I already told you.

Photographer: Oh right, your name is “the high tides”.

Girl: Yes. Photographer: My name is Gérard.

Girl: Your name is as ugly as your camera.

Photographer: How are you, “the high tides”?

Girl: I have already lived with you.

Photographer: Pardon me?

Girl: Anyway, you can not understand. You came to photograph the high tides. If I let you shoot me once, will you leave afterwards?

The photographer: Not before having my feet in the water.

(He looks at his watch and takes a picture of the sea) Girl: No! One can not photograph the sea like that!

Photographer: I am sorry.

Girl: You must tell me first.

Photographer: Next time, I will.

Photographer: Yes.

Girl: Why did you do that?

Girl: And you won’t leave?

Photographer: I have to take a photo of the sea every thirty minutes.

Photographer: No. Girl: I will push you into the sea then.

(She stands up and charges towards the photographer like a wild cat) Photographer: Stop it! Have you lost your mind?

Girl: What do you have here, in your bag?

Photographer: This is my picnic. Are you hungry?

Girl: The high tides are never hungry. (She opens the photographer’s bag and starts rummaging through it.) I was sure of that.

The High Tides, by Matei Visniec Photographer: Sure of what?

that this is her cove. Have you met her on the beach?

Girl: You forgot the salt. (She eats a tomato. He gets closer and sits at her side.) Don’t touch me!

Old lady: Gérard...

Photographer: But, I didn’t want to touch you...

Girl: I will go to swim at midnight, not now.

Photographer: Oh, ok...

Girl: Would you like a tomato?

The photographer: Yes. Girl: There is no salt. But you can dip it into the sea.

(Pause. We hear the music from the village fair) Photographer: You ran away?

Girl: Why are you asking?

Photographer: Because I think you ran away.

Girl: Yes, I ran away. I did a silly thing. I did the silly thing by getting out of the sea.

Photographer: You shouldn’t have.

Girl: Of course I should not have. I know it. But I will go back in, don’t worry. At midnight, I will go back into the sea.

(Pause) Photographer: Listen, “the high tides”...

Girl: Yes?!

Photographer: When did we live together?

Girl: Earlier today, in another life, which we spent together in the sea. Do you remember the day you deflowered me?

Photographer: Yes...

Girl: You didn’t think I was a virgin, did you?

Photographer: Yes? Old lady: Look at me closely...

Photographer: She must have picked a lot of clams. From time to time, she comes back up with her basket and hands me crabs and beetles. As for me, I only take photographs of the sea. I have shot the high tides thousands of times... I have traveled through every single coast of the Atlantic ocean...

The strength of the tide depends on the shape of the bay and of the estuaries. Have you heard of Fundy Bay in Canada?

This is a long and narrow gully... and this is where one sees the strongest tides...

Old lady: Gérard, this is me. Don’t you recognize me? This is me, “the high tides”. Something strange happened. I went down there to swim in the rising sea and I aged in an instant.

Do you understand? I aged in an instant and suddenly all the life we spent together is behind us. Do you understand?

Photographer: Yes, this is magical, Fundy Bay. And it is in Burncoat Head, in this precise bay, that the tidal range is the highest: more than 16 meters. Can you imagine? Do you want me to show you my photos ?

Old lady: Gérard, OUR life is behind me, do you understand?

The direction of our life has been reversed by the high tides...

Photographer: Listen, Madam, I don’t know you. In this village, everybody is getting crazy when the high tides are approaching. And these tides are the tides of the century.

Everybody is wandering along the coasts, waiting for the water to rise. They follow the damn footpath that sometimes plunges into the sea to reappear a little further and plunge again a few hundreds meters later. Cliffs collapsed. Since the custom guards no longer work, cliffs are collapsing. But these people, hypnotized by the waiting for the high tides, don’t see that the path sometimes falls down into the sea...

And they follow the path into the sea; they too go down into the sea and sometimes they don’t come back up. Yes, some people don’t come back up... I have seen a few... Do you live in the village?

The photographer: I had not thought about it.

Old lady: I am your wife, Gérard, don’t you recognize me?

We have been living together for half a century.

Girl: I don’t believe you.

Photographer: For someone your age, you ventured out too far. Do you want me to help you get back to the village?

Photographer: No, I had not thought about it.

Girl: Ok, I believe you. Or I don’t believe you. It doesn’t matter. Would you like a clam?

Photographer: What for?

Girl: To eat it. Are you not hungry?

(She goes towards the sea) 2: The photographer by the sea. A box of Irish cookies in his hands. An old lady emerges from the sea.

Old lady: Good evening.

Photographer: Oh, you frightened me. Who are you?

Old lady: You don’t recognize me anymore?

Photographer: I was looking down there because there was a young girl picking clams... I was afraid that the high tides took her by surprise... I think she ran away... She is a bit weird, this girl... Just now she wanted to toss my camera into the sea. She doesn’t want me to take photos here. She says

Old lady: He doesn’t believe me... I aged in an instant and he doesn’t believe me. Each time we age in an instant close to the man we love, the other doesn’t realize it. It is as if we were aging for nothing. He only remembers the day we met.

That’s all.

Photographer: Are you hungry? I have sandwiches in my bag. But I forgot the salt... Or maybe you are here to see the fireworks?

Old lady: Gérard, I lived with you. don’t you understand?

Because of the high tides, my future has suddenly reversed and is now behind me... And I have no evidence to convince you. only the fact that I am old... and that your ashes are here, in this Irish cookie box... But I could repeat as well the words I told you this morning, when I climbed here... “You have a camera for each object you want to shoot.” (The photographer doesn’t reply) Well, he doesn’t believe me. Never mind.

(Pause) Please, Sir... It is too windy... Help me toss your ashes into the sea. Before you died you asked me to do that on this day of high tides.

The High Tides was reproduced with the generous agreement of Matei Visniec and was originally published in French by Editions Lansman in a collection of play gathered under the title “Attention aux vieilles dames rongées par la solitude”.

DOG YEARS

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This course teaches to photo-book publishers 10 ways to say “I love your work but I don’t have money to publish your book, please find money then call me” and “let’s wait for the Fall catalogue 2017”. We cover charging fees for looking at portfolios, and the art of evading photographers at Photo festivals. We also devote class time discussing methods on how to keep a straight face when saying “We can’t pay you, but you will get free publicity and 1000’s will see your name.”

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DOG BONES

A Letter to my Father

by Berge Arabian

A German engineer passing through Kamishly (our town in North-east Syria) on his way to Turkey or Iraq, had run out of money. He had met my father, a good car mechanic in the town, because of car problems. So, in return for some cash, the German had offered to give away a watch, two rings with Masonic emblems carved on their stones and a Zenith camera with a compact tripod. That’s how my father acquired his camera and started taking photographs. He never became a photographer per say, and he did not carry the camera with him all the time but he photographed so much of the ongoings in my family and the Diarbakir Armenian community (where my roots come from) that what he had captured could be considered a visual history of the Armenian community of Kamishly during the 50’s and 60’s. Most of the negatives and many of the printed photographs disappeared or were lost through all the moves my family made from Syria to Lebanon and then to Canada. All that was left were a few rolls of negatives and two boxes of small prints. My father kept the camera, the watch and the two rings until he died. Throughout his life, he wore the watch and one of the rings and every Saturday after his long baths, he would polish them until they were shiny.

You were never in those photographs father. Well, hardly ever. Maybe one here and one there. There was almost everyone in them, the whole clan, distant and near; the ones I knew and the ones whose stories I had heard and who became alive in those photographs.

Two old tin cookie boxes of black and white stories from before me and after I came to be. Weddings, baptisms, family outings and gatherings; men at work in shops and harvest time. All my childhood giants, the way they were before I came to know them in flesh.

Armenians, Kurds, Assyrians and Suryanies; Priests, sheikhs and aghas; Teachers and musicians at school shows; Athletes and scouts parading in the streets of Kamishly and stadiums in Aleppo; The funeral procession of Zareh the Armenian Catholicos in Beirut.

Even Abd El Nasser speaking in a Cairo stadium. They were all there: two tin cookie boxes. That’s all that was left of all that you saw all those years.

Oh yes, I remember your skinny compact metal tripod that came out from time to time when you wanted to be in one of the family photos. I remember the beautiful leather casings of your camera and tripod: Such wonderful texture to feel with my child’s fingers.

And the smell of the worn-out leather that still lingers in my nostrils. Yes, I remember…

Do you remember how many times those two boxes came out on quiet nights of my growing childhood? Mother and you weaving stories of the ones in the photographs.

Through those stories they became the people I loved. Out of those two boxes came my eternal nostalgia for a time before me.

And much later, do you remember when one day I asked you and mother the whereabouts of your negatives from all those years? Do you remember how for 3 days we searched the whole house and in the end all that you found was an old 3X5 box labled “Kosmos photographic paper”, with only a handful of uncut rolls of your only surviving negatives?

I remember the sadness in your eyes for disappointing your son who in those days was striving to become a photographer.

But you never found out the deep grief I felt for this loss. I never let you know how sad I was that your negatives were forever lost. Yes it is true that in the end I had to accept that this was the way it is when you are born an immigrant and you live your whole life as an immigrant moving houses from country to country: so many things left behind at the haste of packing. But still…

But I want you to know only this: do you remember the photo album I made out of that 3X5 box of negatives as a present for you and mother? Well, when your negatives were coming alive in the dark room, I was breathless with joy seeing magical images I had never seen before. I was there in so many of them as a very very young little boy. It was my childhood retold in black and white. More than that, it was a rediscovery of you, my father, the man with a camera recording a family history without knowing it. And for that, I thank you…

DOGS ON THE RUN

by Misha Friedman

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Vanishing Worlds

by LAURA DE MARCO

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is late in the evening. We walk down the street, through the fog, the darkness, the long damp sidewalks we have already walked infinite times in the past. It is a long time since we have been back in town. The last years have been spent traveling in remote areas of the world, I with my camera and he with his pen. But at a certain point we realized it was time to stop for a little while and we booked a flight to come back home. It is time to look at what we have been writing along the journey, what we have been photographing. Our goal is to put together a book that would tell, with pictures and texts, the Stories of the different people and places we have encountered during our pilgrimages in countries so far from ours: a book about our journey into the world.

By the time we are out of the subway

station that brought us from the airport to our neighborhood, we literally pull ourselves out into the streets, desperate to feel home again, in a world that after all we have deeply missed. We are tired but we don’t want to go home yet; we want to say hello to the buildings and the park, to the shop windows and to the people at the bar where we were regulars.

While we let the biting air of a parti-cularly rigid winter night hit our faces,

waking us up from the numbness of the long hours of flight, we perceive a strange feeling. We turn the corner of Broadway and Main Street and we notice in the distance, the disturbing profile of a glass skyscraper standing behind an old building. Is it the jet lag giving us hallucinations from the exhaustion? Or is this multi-eyed monster real? It never existed before.

We are both silent but we look at each other with questioning faces: both of us feel we are unable to find our points of reference within the neighbor-

hood. It feels as if the cardinal points of our lives here have been suddenly all mixed up. But we have been away from this place for two years only. Confused, we proceed, trying to reach our bar, few blocks down Main Street.

Walking fast to try to get warmer, at a certain point we feel we are going too far without finding the place. We stop and retrace our steps.

The window of a fancy supermarket attracts us: “Grand opening this Saturday”, says a sign in front of it.

© bw photos by Mara Catalan © color photo by LDM

We cannot recognize the walls of the building, they have been repainted in a flashy red, but we are sure that this is where our beloved beer place was located. Dismayed, we understand it doesn’t exist anymore. All of a sudden we look around and we realize we are surrounded by old buildings dressed with “closed for renovation” signs and by under-the-way construction sights that forewarn of the future birth of luxury apartments.

What happened to the neighborhood where we spent our youth? Nothing had changed so drastically-fast in the years we lived here. Did we miss some important news?

Has the neighborhood been held hostage by some real estate mogul? What about the City? And the Country?

build apartments and offices. The guy who had run the restaurant for years has moved to another neighborhood. Replanning a neighborhood can be good for the community, but we perceive these changes as a far-from-positive transformation.

The strongest impression is that the real estate companies, of which we see signs everywhere, have spread a homogeneous coat over all parts of Having dedicated ourselves to these streets we considered as authentic and original. tell the stories of far away places, have we completely lost I start digging into my archives to find the confirsight of what was happening mation of our memories in photography: myriads in our own backyard? With of black and white pictures emerge and with these questions in mind, we them the unequivocal testimonial to the exisrush back home, fearful with tence of the places, the people and the atmospheanticipation for other unpleare that made this place so unique and dear to us. sant surprises. And yet, we are almost sure that everything will The die is cast: I decide to start documenting with be all right the morning after. my camera what is happening to the neighborInstead, we spend days, weeks and months searching for our places. The suspicion that most of them have been erased becomes a certainty. The most wonderful little spot for our Spanish-style breakfasts, “Morir soñando”, down Broad Street, is not there anymore.

The whole building has been destroyed: tragically enough, being in a nice area close to the subway, they will probably

hood; the monstrosities that money driven companies are building in place of the local stores and the flat buildings that were once housing working families and young penniless artists like ourselves. It’s a miracle our apartment is still there but we already hear rumors that some of our neighbors are moving due to the increased rents.

The uncertainty of the world around us starts to sneak into our private life. After all, the essential reason we are back home was to find again a balance, a sense of belonging and an affinity. We are here to remind ourselves what keeps us united and to walk again the streets of our own story.

Work has always been a great excuse to escape from our doubts. But now that a new asphalt has been paved to erase the traces of our presence here, where everything started, we feel as if we have lost the cornerstone that allowed us to go on together.

Nevertheless, we decide that we have to leave in order to continue our book project out in the world. Not even one year has passed since we are back, and we find ourselves packing again. The morning when the taxi that has to take us to the airport comes, suitcases are loaded into the trunk of the car and this is when I stop, I look around and I whisper the words “I can not come”. He looks at me astonished and pleads that “the World is waiting for us and won’t wait any longer. The Story must be told, the book is almost ready”. But I know that it’s another story that I want to tell: Mine.

Months pass, and while discovering the changed neighborhood we keep looking at the work we have done abroad. Apparently, something is teetering not only in the life out of the window of our studio: it seems The taxi leaves. I pick up that the pictures and writings we brought back home my camera and go out from our trips are somehow below our expectations. into my new world.

TURKISH PHOTO ROMAN CIRCA 1970, REDUBBED

PART III

“DOGS of WAR” EXHIBITION

East Timor, 1999. Stephen DuPont

Curated by Serkon Serkon / Popp Photos with Stephen DuPont and Jason Eskenazi DATE & PLACE TO BE DETERMINED Send your photographs to: Jason Eskenazi - jasoneskenazi@gmail.com

BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS: CEREALS, TV SHOWS, FRONT PAGES, AND THE PHOTOGRAPHERS BRAIN AT AGE ELEVEN* Prof. PIPPO PALERMO Dept.of Cynicism Diogenes University at Sinop Pontus Euxinus, Anatolia ABSTRACT: This survey investigated the effect on future generations of photo journalists from the combination of breakfast cereals, tv shows, and news images appearing on the front pages of newspapers and magazines, when the subjects were about eleven years old. Without proper records and faulty childhood memories, and often alcoholic or absent parents, age eleven encompassed the years between ten to thirteen without distinction. Eight of our subjects went on to receive the Pulitzer Prize in Photography. The results showed that no exact combination of cereal, tv show, and news image contributed to a child latent talents to create award winning photos. We maintain the theory that the consumption of such mass marketed consumer products probably increased the odds that the child would develop Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), misanthropic tendencies, and an addiction to Snickers bars, all of which have become the hallmarks of the independent photojournalist and typical prisoner on Rikers Island.

1. INTRODUCTION

Photo-journalists often find themselves on the front lines of newsworthy events. There are many universities and private institutions offering expensive programs to prepare the Photographer in their profession, teaching them skills in the use of their equipment, post production, ethics, and the selling of their work, though many find themselves on the killing fields without any formal education. Yet like astronauts, firemen, and many other adventure-like jobs this desire was most likely formed during their preteen years growing up in an American city. This first of its kind survey collects data from specifically American kids who were subject to a mild form of addiction from highly sugared breakfast cereals and

hypnotic lights from the TV screen of brainless sitcoms with titles such as the Beverly Hillbillies, and Lost in Space.** By the 1970's many family kitchens already had small screen TV''s. Breakfast cereals were also consumed after school and before bedtime. The choice of breakfast cereals in the USA during any period in this survey numbered into the hundreds with product names like Count Chocula and Marshmallow Alfa-bits.

Cheerios had no less than 15 varieties, Chex with 13, while in countries like Bulgaria there were as few as two variations: regular cornflakes and Bulgarian cornflakes. Most children in European countries also consumed yogurt and fruit as well. In the former Soviet Union, hot Kasha was a typical breakfast favorite. 

2. MATERIALS AND METHODS 

125 photo-journalists were asked to name their favorite television show and favorite breakfast cereal when they were about aged eleven: 1953-1997. The subjects were 89/male and 27/female. Data was received through emails and in some cases in person.

Photographers often had many television shows that they watched in their formative years and many breakfast cereals that they ate depending on what their parents bought for them. The subjects first choice in ____________________________________________ *First published in The Institute for Juvenile Research Journal, Chicago IL, 1999. ** Lost in Space was the favorite show of John F. Kennedy Jr. while growing up in the 1960's.

each category was always used as their official survey response. Each subject had two responses: cereal/tv show, which were then matched with the Pulitzer Prize winning photo of that year; the year after it was shot.

Each year contains one or more subject responses.

Even after repeated attempts 116 out of 125 subjects responded to the survey. Many were assumed to be on assignment. Two photographers refused to reveal their age but were still included in the overall survey tallies.

DAVID ALAN HARVEY

ALLAN TANNENBAUM

SHEPARD SHERBEL William M. Gallagher (Flint (MI) Journal) Ex-Governor Adlai E. Stevenson with a hole in his shoe taken during the 1952 Presidential campaign.

BILL BURKE

BUILDER LEVY

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Mrs. Walter M. Schau (amateur from San Anselmo, CA) Rescue on Pit River Bridge Calif.

Tthe picture was published in The Akron (OH) Beacon Journal and other newspapers and nationally distributed by the AP.

John Gaunt (The Los Angeles Times) “Tragedy by the Sea”, a young couple standing together beside an angry sea in which only a few minutes earlier their yearold son had perished.

New York Daily News Staff photographer Bomber crashes in street.

Harry Trask Sinking of the SS Andrea Doria.

William C. Beall Faith and Confidence.

1959 William Seaman (Minneapolis Star) Sudden death of a child in the street.

1960 Andrew Lopez (United Press International) Former Corporal of Bastita’s army is receiving the last rites before being executed by Castro firing squad.

STANLEY GREENE

ED GRAZDA

1958

DONNA FERRATO

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MAGGIE STEBER

STEVEN SHAMES

DAVID BURNETT RICHARD SANDLER

1957

DAN SHEEHAN

ROBERT NICKELSBERG

DAVID GODLIS

KEN LIGHT

ANDY LEVIN

RICHARD VOGEL

ANGEL FRANCO

JEFFREY WOLIN

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1962

Yasushi Nagao (Mainichi, Tokyo/ United Press International) “Tokyo Stabbing” .

Paul Vathis (Associated Press, Harrisburg, PA, bureau) “Serious Steps,” published April 22, 1961.

LARRY PRICE

LUCIAN PERKINS

VINCE CIANNI

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ANDERS GOLDFARB

JIM GOLDBERG

WILLIAM COUPON

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Hector Rondon (La Republica/ Associated Press) Caracas, Venezuela Priest holding a wounded soldier in the 1962 insurrection.

Robert H. Jackson (Dallas Times-Herald) Murder of Lee Oswald by Jack Ruby.

Horst Faas (Associated Press) War in South Viet Nam during 1964.

TOM GRALISH

CAROL GUZY

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ANTHONY SUAU

EDWARD KEATING

HARVEY WANG SARA TERRY

MARK PETERSON J. ROSS BAUGHMAN

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Kyoichi Sawada (United Press International) War in Vietnam during 1965.

Jack R. Thornell (Associated Press, New Orleans bureau) Shooting of James Meredith in Mississippi by a roadside rifleman.

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CHRISTOPHER MORRIS

1969 Edward T. Adams (Associated Press) “Saigon Execution.”

LES STONE

JEFF MERMELSTEIN DAVID GONZALEZ

Rocco Morabito (Jacksonville Journal) “The Kiss of Life.”

DAVID J. CAROL

JAMES ESTRIN ED KASHI

LORI GRINKER

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1970 Dallas Kinney (Palm Beach Post, West Palm Beach, FL) Florida migrant workers, “Migration to Misery.”

KEVIN C. DOWNS

STEPHEN FERRY NINA BERMAN

ROBERT CLARK

JOHN TROTTER JASON ESKENAZI

JAMES WITHLOW DELANO KEN SCHLES

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John Paul Filo (Valley Daily News and Daily Dispatch) Tarentum and New Kensington, PA. Kent State University tragedy on May 4, 1970.

Dave Kennerly (United Press International) Vietnam War, 1971.

HEIDI BRADNER

MIKE KAMBER

ETHAN EISENBERG Huynh Cong Ut (Associated Press) “The Terror of War” depicting children in flight from a napalm bombing.

1974 Slava Veder (Associated Press) The return of an American prisoner of war from captivity in North Vietnam.

KRISTIN CAPP

MARC ASNIN

DAVID REED

LINDA ROSIER

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1975 Matthew Lewis (The Washington Post)

MELANIE EINZIG

JULIANA BEASLEY

ERICA MCDONALD

TIM FADEK

MICHAEL ACKERMAN

JOHN MOORE

BARRON RACHMAN

ANDREW LICHENSTEIN TED BARRON

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Stanley Forman (Boston Herald American) Fire in Boston on July 22, 1975.

Neal Ulevich (Associated Press) Disorder and brutality in the streets of Bangkok.

J. Ross Baughman (Associated Press) Guerrilla areas in Rhodesia.

Tom Kelly III (Pottstown Mercury, PA) “Tragedy on Sanatoga Road” Richard Greist charges out of a house after killing his pregnant wife.

1980 Jahangir Razmi Ettela’at, Iran (United Press International) “Firing Squad in Iran”. The photographer remained anonymous until his identity was revealed, with his consent, by Josh Prager of The Wall Street Journal in 2006.

MATT BLACK

JODI HILTON

CHRISTOPHER ANDERSON

DANNY WILCOX FRAZIER

JON LOWENSTEIN

ALEC SOTH ROBERT KING

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1981 Larry C. Price (Fort Worth (TX) Star-Telegram) Liberia.

Ron Edmonds (Associated Press) Reagan assassination attempt.

1983 James B. Dickman (Dallas Times Herald) Life and death in El Salvador.

JAMES REXROAD TODD HEISLER

CAROLYN DRAKE CHRISTIAN PATTERSON

KAEL ALFORD

BRIAN ULRICH ALAN CHIN

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AARON HUEY CARLOS JAVIER ORTIZ

GUS POWELL

JAKE PRICE LANCE ROSENFIELD

Anthony Suau (The Denver Post) The effects of starvation in Ethiopia. He was also awarded for his photograph of a woman at her husband’s grave site on Memorial Day.

DONALD WEBER

ANDREA BRUCE STEPHANIE SINCLAIR

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1985 Stan Grossfeld (The Boston Globe) Famine in Ethiopia.

1986 Tom Gralish (The Philadelphia Inquirer) Philadelphia’s homeless.

Kim Komenich of San Francisco Examiner The fall of Ferdinand Marcos.

Scott Shaw (Odessa (TX) The child Jessica McClure being rescued from the well into which she had fallen.

MICHAEL CHRISTOPHER BROWN

SCOUT TUFANKJIAN ANDRES GONZALES

1988

JESSICA DIMMOCK

JAMES POMERANZ HOLLY PICKETT

KRISANNE JOHNSON

1987

1989 Manny Crisostomo (Detroit Free Press) Student life at Southwestern High School in Detroit.

PETER VAN AGTMAEL MARK OVASKA

David C. Turnley (Detroit Free Press) Political uprisings in China and Eastern Europe.

Greg Marinovich (Associated Press) Supporters of South Africa’s African National Congress brutally murdering a man they believed to be a Zulu spy.

KIRSTEN LUCE

BEN LOWY JARED MOOSSY

1991

GLENNA GORDON

KATHRYN COOK AMY ELKINS

1990

1992 John Kaplan (Block Newspapers - Toledo, OH) Diverse lifestyles of seven 21-yearolds across the United States.

Ken Geiger and William Snyder (The Dallas Morning News) 1992 Summer Olympics in Barcelona.

Kevin Carter Starving Sudanese girl who collapsed on her way to a feeding center while a vulture waited nearby. This picture was first published in The New York Times.

PETER DICAMPO

BRYAN DENTON JUSTIN MAXON

1994

AMANDA RIVKIN

DAVID DEGNER ERIN TRIEB

KATIE ORLINSKY

PETE MULLER

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1995 Carol Guzy Crisis in Haiti. A U.S. soldier tries to protect a suspected grenade thrower at a democracy (pro-Aristide) march.

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1996 Charles Porter IV (Associated Press) A one-year-old victim handed to and then cradled by a local fireman after the Oklahoma City bombing.

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1997 Alexander Zemlianichenko (Associated Press) Russian President Boris Yeltsin dancing at a rock concert during his campaign for re-election.

Source: www.pulitzer.org

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After extensive expert analysis it was determined of the 8 photographers (*) who won the Pulitzer Prize, that only 2 of them had a cereal in common (Cornflakes), but had no tvshow in common with each other. Therefore it could not be said that any one cereal nor tv-show aided the would-be photographer, at age 11, to one day achieve the highest prize in the profession of news photography: the Pulitzer, though many in the survey have gone on to win other prestigious awards. In 1967 4 Pulitzer Prize winning photographers were aged 11. That said, the overall results did show some interesting trends; The 1970's was dominated by Capt'n Crunch. Honey-Nut Cheerios was the cereal of the new 1990's generation. They were the most popular surveyed cereals, and appeared 12 and 11 times respectively. The most popular tv-shows were Gilligan's Island and The Cosby Show at 5. Many other tv-shows registered 3 or 2. Refer to Figures 1 and 2.

Popular breakfast cereals greatly gained in number throughout the survey period (40 years) and were generally not discontinued. Meaning that you could still eat cornflakes, Cheerios, etc, from 1950's to the 1990's, but tv-shows were canceled, sometimes only after 2 seasons, and were replaced by others, yet many were also syndicated commonly called the rerun. Reruns sometimes extended the life of a sitcom to over 20 years as in the case with the Honeymooners and Hogans Heroes. (see Matt Eich, 1997)

The Ruby Ripple effect (named after Jack Ruby) in 1964 that new events influence our eating and viewing habits or visaversa. In viewing the 1964 data a strange phenomena took place. At close inspection of the famous photo by Robert Jackson, of Jack Ruby killing Lee Harvey Oswald, a ripple effect seems to have replicated itself in the cereal and tvchoices of the three photographers profiled in that year. In the 1964 column we observed that the gun held by the main character in Man from Uncle mimics Jack Ruby's stance; the duck assumes the role of president Kennedy as a sitting duck; Perry Mason foreshadows the Warren Commission; and the Cowboy hat, worn by JR and LBJ, gives us the Texas location of the greatest murder mystery of modern times.

Years later the tv-show Dallas would ask a similar question.

Who shot JR?; a superficial concern, yet through our survey it reveals and uncovers a stunning truth about the JFK assassination.

Nearly 20 years after Oswald killed Kennedy and Ruby killed Oswald in Dallas a tv-show returns our national attention back to that very city: Dallas. (refer to 1981 on survey), the same year in which another President gets shot. Larry C. Price won the Pulitzer Prize that year, working for a Texas newspaper. When we backtrack to 1965 we see that when Price was 11 he chose the tv-show Leave it to Beaver, supported also by Anders Goldfarb's answer in the same year.

The show was canceled in 1963 and began reruns. Dr. William R. Beavers was the evaluator for a lie detector test that Ruby had vigorously insisted on taking. Ruby "passed" but Dr. Beavers had concluded in prior evaluations that Ruby was a psychotic depressive and not always in touch with reality. Ruby's tests results quavered when asked about the

safety of his family from the underworld. Jack Ruby was a small-time nightclub owner in Dallas who had no interest in politics, but simply wanted to be a big fish in a small pond.

Ruby went to Cuba many times hobnobbing with the kingpins of underworld gambling. Kennedy was a threat to mob business and Ruby saw an opportunity to prove himself and be a "player", and found Oswald (a marksmen and Marxist), probably on the streets of New Orleans in the summer of 1963 handing out political flyers. Both men's actions covered-up a larger conspiracy. Oddly Lucky Charms cereal, a nod to JFK's Irish ancestry, is introduced in 1963 as well. And the Presidents last breakfast, on that fateful day, was Bran Flakes. So in November when Oswald was caught Ruby had no choice but to silence him to protect his family from connections to the underworld.

And what about the second gunman theory? This survey reveals that there was a conspiracy. John Kennedy Jr, the boy who saluted his fathers casket, was a fan of Lost in Space in the late 1960's. During Kennedy's inaugural address his goal was to land a man on the moon before the decade was out.

Lost in Space appears as a survey answer in 1969, the year the U.S. landed a man on the moon. When we trace to the winning photo of that year, by Eddie Adams, we see a shot fired from a right side-frontal angle revealing that the was indeed a second gunman.

Strangely when Ruby was 11, in 1922, he was arrested and sent to the Institute for Juvenile Research. Television and the modern breakfast cereal had not been invented yet.

A less intense Ruby Ripple effect reappears in 1969 when Laura Petri stretches her arm out like General Nguyen Ngoc Loan in Eddie Adams prize winning photo of that year, and in 1982 an odd cereal called Kaboom makes it's first appearance in the survey the same year an AP photographer wins the Pulitzer for his image of Ronald Reagan getting shot. Certain surprise matchings occurred in 1971 where two of the subjects, male and female, had the same response of Rice Krispies / Laugh-in. Matchings also occurred in 71/75 and 92/94. Four years contained no survey data; 1959, 1973, 1979, 1996. The 8 Pulitzer Prize winning photographers were 11 in 1964, 1965 1966, 1967 (4x), 1983 and are notated with an asterisk.

Outcome: A single Breakfast of Champions could not be determined to guarantee a Pulitzer Prize although the high ratings of Capt'n Crunch and Gilligan's Island, both seafaring themes, would be a good way to start your day before going on assignment. Honey-nut Cheerios and Cosby would be good alternatives. Notes: Two Canadians also participated in the survey as pseudo-Americans. A Bulgarian never won a Pulitzer Prize in photography. Final remarks: As citizen journalism takes over the planet a Pulitzer Prize could be waiting for you in your next box of cereal in the near future.

To increase bias and the Heisenberg effect cereal was consumed during the making of this report and YouTube videos of TV theme songs were watched.

Research team: Jason Eskenazi and Laurence Cornet.  

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Andy’s Gang (1955-1960) was a children’s variety television program, sponsored by Buster Brown Shoes.

AirWolf (1984 -1987) The program centers on a high-tech military helicopter, code named Airwolf, and its crew as they undertake various missions, many involving espionage, with a Cold War theme.

All in the Family (1971-1979) Archie a Bunker, a Queens working class bigot, constantly squabbles with his family over the important issues of the day Baretta (1975-1978) Tony Baretta is a street-smart, maverick undercover cop with the NYPD, who won’t hesitate for a second to toss the rule book out the window if it stands between himself and taking some bad guy off the street. His unconventional methods often land him in hot water with his boss.

Beverly Hillbillies (1962-1971) A nouveau riche hillbilly family moves to Beverly Hills, after accidentally discovering oil on their land, and shakes up the privileged society with their hayseed ways.

Bob Cummings Show (1955-1959) The romantic misadventures of Bob Collins, a suave, sophisticated bachelor and photographer operating in Hollywood, California. The show centers around his womanizing ways with his models, and his sister’s attempts to make him settle down.

Bonanza (1959-1973) The adventures of Ben Cartwright and his sons as they run and defend their ranch while helping the surrounding community.

Brady Bunch (1969 -1974) Architect Mike Brady marries beautiful young Carol, who has three girls to care for.

Likewise, Mike’s previous wife’s death has left him to raise his three boys all alone. In no time this amalgam becomes the ideal average American middle class family. Of course, raising such a large family isn’t easy, so live-in housekeeper Alice Nelson is always there to lend a hand.

Bloopers and Practical Jokes (19841998) A show showcasing film/tv outtakes, funny commercials and elaborate practical jokes on celebrities.

Captain Planet (1990-1996) Seeing the Earth in its profound environmental peril, Gaia, goddess of the Earth, summons five kids from around the world to become the Planeteers, an opposing force to fight back and educate others in the need to be environmentally responsible. To accomplish that task, each kid is given a magic ring that each has a power of earth, wind,

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water, fire and heart. When the threat they face is too big for them to face, they can combine and amplify their powers to create Captain Planet, who has the power to stop catastrophic environmental disasters himself, while the Planeteers contribute with the things anyone can and should do to help.

CHiPs (1977-1983) The adventures of two California Highway Patrol motorcycle officers.

Cosby Show (1984-1992) The goings-on in the life of a successful African American family in Brooklyn. Doctor Heathcliff Huxtable and Clair Huxtable, a happily married couple, are raising their children (Sondra, Denise, Theodore, Vanessa, and Rudy). The two oldest daughters eventually live successful adult lives and get married. As the children get older, the family gets larger and, to the chagrin of Cliff, keep on coming back home when he wants them to move out and live on their own for good.

Dallas (1978-1991) Popular evening ‘soap-opera’ style television drama. The show was set in Dallas and chronicled the exploits of wealthy Texas oil millionaires.

Many of the plots revolved around shady business dealings and dysfunctional family dynamics.

Dick van Dyke Show (1961-1966) Centered around the work and home life of television comedy writer Rob Petrie in Manhattan. Rob, Buddy and Sally write for the Alan Brady TV show under the thumb of Brady’s brother-in-law Mel. Rob and Laura live in new Rochelle nextdoor to Jerry and Millie.

Dr. Kildare (1961-1966) The story of a young intern in a large metropolitan hospital trying to learn his profession, deal with the problems of his patients, and win the respect of the senior doctor in his specialty, internal medicine.

Dukes of Hazzard (1979-1985) The adventures of the fastdrivin’, rubber-burnin’ Duke boys of Hazzard County. Cousins Bo and Luke Duke and their car “General Lee”, assisted by Cousin Daisy and Uncle Jesse, have a running battle with the authorities of Hazzard County (Boss Hogg and Sheriff Coltrane), plus a string of ne’er-do-wells often backed by the scheming Hogg.

Eight is Enough (1977-1981) The sometimes-comic, sometimes-dramatic exploits of the Bradford family--father Tom (a columnist for a Sacramento newspaper), mother Joan and their eight children: Mary, David, Joanie, Nancy, Elizabeth, Susan, Tommy and Nicholas. After Joan’s death, Tom met teacher Abby, and they were married to make the family feel complete again. The kids all had friends and relationships as well, turning the

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Emergency (1972-1979) The crew of Los Angeles County Fire Dept. Station 51, particularly the paramedic team, and Rampart Hospital respond to emergencies in their operating area.

Ernie Kovaks Show (1952-1956) Comedy show hosted by comedian Ernie Kovacs, first shown in Philadelphia during the early 50s, then nationally.

Exosquad (1993-1994) is set in the beginning of the 22nd century and covers the interplanetary war between humanity and Neosapiens, a fictional race artificially created as workers/slaves for the Terrans. The narrative generally follows Able Squad, an elite Terran unit of mecha pilots, on their missions all over the Solar System.

F-Troop (1965-1967) The misadventures of the staff and neighbors of a remote US Army Kansas outpost in the Wild West at the time of the American Civil War. Becoming a hero by accidentally leading a cavalry charge the wrong way, Captain Wilton Parmenter is given command of Fort Courage. The Fort’s crafty Sgt. O’Rourke has a deal with the local Hekawi Indians to market their wares to the tourists. They must sometimes pretend to be enemies. Jane is out to marry the innocent Parmenter.

Get Smart (1965-1970) Bumbling Maxwell Smart, Agent 86 for CONTROL, with a great deal of help from his competent partner Agent 99, battles the forces of KAOS. Gilligan’s Island (1964-1967) Seven men and women are stranded, with the shipwreck of the S.S. Minnow, on an uncharted island following a torrential storm on a three hour tour from Hawaii: Gilligan, the Skipper, a millionaire and his wife, a movie-star, the Professor and Mary Ann. Green Acres (1965-1971) A New York attorney and his wife try to live as genteel farmers in the bizarre community of Hooterville. Manhattan lawyer Douglas drags his protesting socialite wife and her finery to the rural backwash of a rundown farm outside Hooterville. They attempt to get the farm fixed up. Farmer Fred Ziffel’s pig Arnold watches TV and is in many ways smarter than the Hootervillians.

Gunsmoke (1955-1975) Marshal Matt Dillon keeps the peace in the rough and tumble Dodge City. Marshal Matt Dillon is in charge of Dodge City, a town in the wild west where people often have no respect for the law. He deals on a daily basis with the problems associated with frontier life: cattle rustling, gunfights, brawls, standover tactics, and land fraud.

Such situations call for sound judgement

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Hogans Heroes (1965-1971) Colonel Hogan leads a ragtag band of POW’s caught behind German lines in this popular television comedy. The bumbling Germans give Hogan and his crew plenty of opportunities to sabotage their war efforts. Colonel Klink is more concerned with having everything run smoothly and avoiding any trouble with his superiors (especially anything that might result in his being reassigned and sent to the front) than with being tough on Hogan and his fellow prisoners.

Home Improvement (1991-1999) The daily trials and tribulations of Tim Taylor, a TV show host raising three mischievous boys with help from his loyal co-host, domineering wife, and genius neighbor.

Honeymooners (1951-1955) A bus driver from Brooklyn and his sewer worker friend struggle to strike it rich while their wives look on with weary patience.

I Dream of Jeannie (1965-1970) Captain Tony Nelson is an astronaut. While on a mission, he discovered a mysterious bottle. Opening it, he released Jeannie (a Genie) who was so overjoyed at her release she promised to serve Captain Nelson. Nelson is unsure what to make of Jeannie, especially given that his work is highly secret and his superiors tend to keep a close eye on him.

I Love Lucy (1951-1957) Cuban Bandleader Ricky Ricardo would be happy if his wife Lucy would just be a housewife. Instead she tries constantly to perform at the Tropicana where he works, and make life comically frantic in the apartment building they share with landlords Fred and Ethel Mertz.

Jeffersons (1975-1985) The Jeffersons” was perhaps the most-successful spinoff series to “All in the Family.” George Jefferson was the black version of Archie Bunker in many respects, both were loud-mouthed, opinionated and set in their bigoted ways. By 1975, Jefferson’s fledging drycleaning business, Jefferson Cleaners, had successfully grown into a small chain; his newfound wealth led to moving his family to a “deluxe apartment in the sky” in Manhattan.

Knight Rider (1982-1986) Michael Long is a crime-fighter who is seriously wounded during his work. Nursed back to health by a mysterious benefactor (chairman of the Knight Industries), he regains consciousness a new man with a new face and a new name: Michael Knight. His mysterious benefactor (through the guise of associate Devon

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Miles) provides Michael with equipment and support so that he can continue his crime fighting work. The most notable piece of equipment supplied, is “KITT”, a high-performance sports car fitted with artificial intelligence.

Kukla, Fran and Ollie (1947-1957) Variety puppet show, originally created for children but soon watched by more adults than children. It did not have a script and was entirely ad-libbed.

Land of the Lost (1974-1977) Rick Marshall is a park ranger who takes his two kids, Will and Holly, on a rafting trip down a river. During the trip, an earthquake occurs which somehow opens up a rift in time, propelling the Marshalls into a land populated by dinosaurs, ape-men, and the dreaded Sleestak.

Lassie (1954-1974) Adventures of a female Rough Collie dog named Lassie and her companions, human and animal in a small farming community. Six actor dogs played Lassie over the course of 20 years.

Laugh-In (1967-1973) This show popularized a rapid style of vignette comedy show where comedy sketches, punchlines and gags are edited together in a rapid and almost random format. Regular trademark elements included the joke wall, the dancing woman tattooed with one-liners and the fickle finger of fate award.

Leave it to Beaver (1957-1963) The Cleavers are the 1950’s ‘All-American Family’ in this ‘feel-good’ family sitcom.

Parents Ward and June, and older brother Wally, try to keep Theodore (‘the Beaver’) out of trouble. However, Beaver continues to end up in one kind of jam or another. Unlike real life, these situations are always easily resolved to the satisfaction of all involved and the Beaver gets off with a few stern moralistic words of parental advice. Instigator and troublemaker Eddie Haskell is an older kid who always manages to avoid being caught.

Little House on the Prairie (1974-1983) The life and adventures of the Ingalls family in the 19th century American West.

Lost in Space (1965-1968) In the year 1997, Earth is suffering from massive overpopulation. Professor John Robinson, his wife Maureen, their children (Judy, Penny and Will) and Major Don West are selected to go to the third planet in the Alpha Centauri star system to establish a colony so that other Earth people can settle there. They are to go there on a ship christened the Jupiter 2. However, Doctor Zachary Smith, an agent for an enemy government, is sent to sabotage the mission. He is successful in reprogramming the ship’s robot, but in the process becomes trapped on the ship, and because of his excess weight, the ship and all on

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board become hopelessly lost and it now becomes a fight for survival as the crew tries to find their way back home.

Make Room for Daddy (1953-1965) Danny Williams, a successful nightclub singer, encounters a variety of difficult or amusing situations in trying to balance his career with his family; his outspoken wife Cathy, teenage daughter Teri from his first marriage, children Russ and Linda, and oldfashioned Uncle Tonouse. Most episodes conclude with a song by Danny or one of the children. Affection expressed as hostility (“I love you, you little jerk”) and ironic humor characterize this show.

Mannix (1967-1975) Considered one of the most violent television series of its era, “Mannix” followed the adventures of L.A. private eye Joe Mannix, who first worked for a detective agency known as Intertect, which relied heavily on computers and a large network of operatives.

In the second season, Mannix opened his own agency, with police widow Peggy Fair working for him as his secretary.

Each episode featured plenty of fistfights, car chases and shootouts.

Magnum PI (1980-1988) Thomas Magnum is employed on the Hawaiian estate of a wealthy absentee owner name Robin Masters. The estate is run by Jonathan Higgins who mostly tolerates Magnum’s presence as head of security on the estate.

Magnum is also a private detective whose cases frequently have a humorous overtone and always just enough danger.

M*A*S*H (1972-1983) The 4077th Mobile Army Surgical Hospital is stuck in the middle of the Korean war. With little help from the circumstances they find themselves in, they are forced to make their own fun. Fond of practical jokes and revenge, the doctors, nurses, administrators, and soldiers often find ways of making wartime life bearable. Nevertheless, the war goes on.

Married with Children (1987-1997) The Bundys are a stereotypical “white trash” American family. Al is a shoe salesman who is fond of frequently reliving his doubtful 15 seconds of fame on the football field. Al is terrified of the all-tofrequent amorous advances his ditsy wife Peggy, a womanwho must spend most of Al’s wages at the salon and the mall. They have two children: Kelly, the stunning but superficial party animal, and Bud, who is too wrapped up in himself to realize his goal of “scoring” with a girl.

Mission Impossible (1966-1973) Jim Phelps is the head of a super-secret government agency (“Impossible Missions”), and is often given secret anonymous covert missions to attempt; quite often they are unmasking of criminals or the

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rescuing of hostages. He picks his team depending on which tasks need to be done. One thing is vital on an Impossible Mission: the mission must be carried out in entire secrecy, often relying on high-tech equipment and elaborate deceptions.

Mod Squad (1968-1973) Young people in trouble with the law (wealthy Pete stole a car; Linc arrested during Watts riots; Julie ran away from her San Francisco prostitute mother) can avoid jail by infiltrating the counter culture and exposing badguys who prey on other kids.

Mr. Ed (1958-1966) Mister Ed is a horse who is owned by Wilbur Post.

Mister Ed is not just any horse, he talks to Wilbur! But this gets Wilbur in all kinds of trouble because Mister Ed won’t talk to anyone else, so Carol, Wilbur’s wife, thinks that Wilbur loves Mister Ed more then he loves her, because he spends so much time with Mister Ed. Mister Ed also talks on the telephone and goes out of his barn to cause mischief, which Wilbur gets blamed for.

Muppet Show (1976-1981) Kermit the Frog is the manager of a cabaret-style theatre house, which invariably has more drama behind the stage than on it. He has to contend with wannabe-comedian bears, the smothering advances of Miss Piggy, crabby regular theatre patrons, homicidal chefs, livestock, not to mention making the weekly guest star feel welcome.

My Favorite Martian (1963-1966) Exodus, an alien from the planet Mars, comes to earth and lives with Timothy O’Hara under the guise of his uncle Martin O’Hara. He spends most of his time trying to solve some problems caused by his presence in Earth.

Odd Couple (1970-1975) Felix and Oscar are an extremely odd couple: Felix is anal-retentive, neurotic, precise, and fastidiously clean. Oscar, on the other hand, is the exact opposite: sloppy and casual.

They are sharing an apartment together, and their differing lifestyles inevitably lead to some conflicts and laughs.

Outer Limits (1963-1965) Anthology type science fiction program with a different cast each week. Tending toward the hard science, space travel, time travel, and human evolution it tries to examine in each show some form of the question,“What is the nature of man?”

Perry Mason (1957-1966) Perry Mason is an attorney who specializes in defending seemingly indefensible cases. With the aid of his secretary Della Street and

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investigator Paul Drake, he often finds that by digging deeply into the facts, startling facts can be revealed. Often relying on his outstanding courtroom skills, he often tricks or traps people into unwittingly admitting their guilt.

Rifleman (1958-1963) Widower Lucas McCain can fire a round with his specially modified Winchester in threetenths of a second. Added to his high moral code and resolve enable him to help Marshal Micah Torrance maintain order in town while raising his son, Mark, on a ranch near North Fork, New Mexico.

Roseanne (1988-1997) The story of a working class family struggling with life’s essential problems: Marriage, Children, Money and Parents in Law. Sanford and Son (1972-1977) Fred Sanford is a cantankerous 65-year-old, black, widowed junk dealer living in Los Angeles’ Watts neighborhood.

Helping him is his restless son, 34-yearold Lamont; Fred’s beloved wife and Lamont’s mother, Elizabeth, had died more than 20 years earlier.

Sky King (1951-1962) “From out of the clear blue of the western sky comes Sky King” was the familiar opening to television’s premier aviation program.

Operating from his Flying Crown Ranch in Arizona, Sky King, his niece Penny and their Cessna 310 airplane “Songbird” were constantly involved in one adventure after another. Viewed by many children in the 1950’s, this program was responsible for inspiring many later aviation careers.

Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour (1967-1970) The audience was treated to a show where two perfectly innocent looking brothers regularly doing truly subversive humor that either enraged the network executives or gave them heart attacks. The humor often included direct jokes on the Vietnam War, religion, sexuality and censorship.

Star Trek Next Generation (19871998) Set in the 24th century and decades after the adventures of the original crew of the starship Enterprise, this new series is the long-awaited successor to the original Star Trek. Under the command of Captain Jean-Luc Picard, the all new Enterprise NCC 1701-D travels out to distant planets to seek out new life and to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Starsky and Hutch (1975-1979) Tough Starsky and educated Hutch are plainclothes cops taking on dope dealers, muggers and other thugs, aided by their red 1974 Torino and informant Huggy

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Bear. Both bachelors’ private lives play as interweaving threads in the drama.

Saved by the Bell (1989-1993) Zach Morris the cool trouble maker, A.C. Slater the kind hearted jock, Screech Powers the smart and funny nerd, Kelly Kapowski the teen dream who is Zach Morris obsession, Lisa Turtle the gossiping fashion lover, and Jessie Spano the feminist straight A student. They make up the six individual students and their misadventures at Bayside High School.

Tailspin (1990-1991) This casts key characters from the Jungle Book into a 1930’s pacific setting where Baloo is a bush pilot who finds himself as part of a struggling courier company.

Three’s Company (1976-1984) Janet and Chrissy get Jack as a roommate for their Santa Monica apartment. Jack can cook (he’s studying to be a chef) and, when called to do so, pretends he’s gay to legitimize the arrangement. Landlady Roper wishes husband Stanley showed more interest in her.

Transformers (1984-1987) The Autobots and Decepticons, during the great Cybertronian War, crash landed on earth.

Millions of years later, geological activity revives the warring factions - the Decepticons want to strip the earth of its vast energy resources, and the Autobots seek to protect the inhabitants of earth from that fate. And so an endless battle begins...

Twilight Zone (1959-1964) Rod Serling’s seminal anthology series focused on ordinary folks who suddenly found themselves in extraordinary, usually supernatural, situations. The stories would typically end with an ironic twist that would see the guilty punished.

Wonder Years (1988-1993) An adult Kevin Arnold reminisces on his teenage years spent growing up during the late 60s and early 70s. As he goes from adolescence to adulthood, he experiences, along with his best friend Paul and sometimes-girlfriend Winnie, the full range of trials and traumas that come in just about everyone’s life.

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Additional comments by the Subjects Mustafah Abdulaziz That’s the name of a really good Vonnegut book! I was born in Manhattan. At 11 it was 1997 for me and for sure we were having corn flakes. My parents hated sugar cereals and they were like gold whenever we did get them. Maybe but rarely. I think we were watching re-runs of Captain Planet and original Star Trek (my mother’s favorite).

------------------------------------------------Andrea Bruce I was a latch-key kid and did my own shopping. That’s what happens when the 11 year old rules the roost!

------------------------------------------------Bill Burke Cream of Wheat. Nabisco Shredded Wheat.

Alfred Hitchcock Presents. Victory at Sea. Jon Gnagy, Learn to Draw. I looked like Beaver Cleaver but he had yet to be on TV. What does this all mean??

------------------------------------------------Kathryn Cook The Cosby show... Also ER and Growing Pains. Those were all dinner time... I feel old.

------------------------------------------------Bryan Denton I usually ate honey nut cheerios, except when I could get my hands on the more sugary variety, namely Cocoa Puffs. Also, starting when I was 10, my family didn’t have a working TV. Ours broke, and my parents decided that they’d prefer to have us TV free in the hopes that we would read more. As a result, my visual intake during morning breakfast was not television, but either TIME magazine or the Los Angeles Times, which I would flip through for the pictures, rather than the articles. Prior to losing the TV however (which we chaffed at), by age 10 I wasn’t much into cartoons, though I had loved GI Joe and Thundercats in my younger years, and had moved on instead to the afternoon syndicated reruns of Airwolf, the A-Team and Nightrider.

------------------------------------------------Peter DiCampo After conferencing with my brother on this, I’d say: Kix Cereal. “Kid tested, mother approved.” The X-Files. “The Truth is Out There”.

------------------------------------------------Matt Eich My cereal of choice was Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but we did not watch much TV as a family. My folks were pretty conservative and didn’t like much of what was available in contemporary TV. I loved Hogan’s Heroes. We watched a lot of parent-approved old movies, ranging from Old Yeller to Davy Crocket and I watched a lot of Ken Burns-style documentary films about WWII.

Melanie Einzig I was recovering from the Bicentennial patriotic overload. We were not allowed sugared cereals only Cheerios and Grape Nuts be we were allowed to put some sugar on it. It sank to the bottom of the milk which sucked. About once a year we got Captain Crunch, Lucky Charms or Fruity Pebbles.

TV was also limited. I loved SNL, mostly Gilda Radner and rarely missed an episode (parents were usually out and the babysitters let us stay up and watch). My friends and I lip synced the Blues Brother’s songs around that time at a school talent show. I was John Belushi. Carol Burnett show also a highlight and Children’s Film festival but maybe that was earlier? We had a technicolor Sony TV on a rolling cart on shag carpet that we had to rake after we sat on it.

------------------------------------------------Angel Franco Kellogg’s fucking corn flakes - big box feed lots of hungry children.

------------------------------------------------David Godlis My memory is that I alternated between Frosted Flakes & Trix. FFlakes were old style Corn Flakes ingeniously recreated with sugar, Tony the Tiger said “They’re Great!”

TRIX was a technicolor variation on 50’a corn KIX - “Trix are for Kids” I bought into both fantasies.

------------------------------------------------Anders Goldfarb I am too old to recall my favorite cereal but I do remember getting a free plastic football punter inside and he actually by means of a rubber band kicked the pigskin..those were the dayzzzzz.

------------------------------------------------Tom Gralish In 1967, when I was 11, we lived in Japan (my dad was in the military). So I watched Japanese cartoons. The year before though, back in the states, I remember my favorite TV show was F-Troop. I guess we couldn’t afford Raisin Bran® so I ate generic corn flakes with (lots) of added raisins as my favorite cereal for breakfast. There was also a show I really wanted to watch that year (1966) but my parents wouldn’t let me because “it glamorized a bad guy.” The Legend of Jesse James (I just googled it, only lasted that one season).

------------------------------------------------Stanley Greene My favorite breakfast cereal in the winter was Cream of Wheat and in the summer was Checks or corn flakes , my favorite T.V. show was Kukla , Fran and Ollie …. and Howdy Dowdy , I think but it could have been Leonard Bernstein for kids … have fun , I am in Chechnya and the Dagestan mountains , this was a rare moment for internet , be safe see you some where in the World.

David Alan Harvey I was eating Cheerios at 11, and still eat Cheerios......didn’t watch much tv then, and do not own a tv now.....if i saw a tv show it was Lassie.....by 1956, age 12, i had a Leica IIIF which i bought with my newspaper route money....10 bucks a week i brought into the camera shop to pay off the 175 bucks it cost as a used camera...ha ha ha.

------------------------------------------------Steve Lehman (not included on graph) Alias Smith and Jones - Capt’n Crunch ------------------------------------------------Andrew Lichtenstein No idea, my dad did not own a television and my mother had moved to iowa, 1976 (aged 11).

------------------------------------------------Ken Light Rice Krispies and watching Andy’s Gang with Andy Devine, with Froggy the Gremlin, who appeared in a puff of smoke (“Hi Ya, Kids, Hiya, Hiya, Hiya!”) and was always interrupting the story and causing trouble.

------------------------------------------------Pete Muller 11 was a very awkward year for me. I was in the middle stages of a pattern of getting into so much disciplinary trouble in school that I was constantly being moved from the households of my separated parents, one of which (father) lived in New Jersey and the other in Massachusetts. I’d soil my reputation in one place and, in acts of desperation of both of my parents, they’d move me to live with the other. It was a human pinball game which was, ultimately, very unsettling for me as a child. At 11 (1993) I’d just been relocated to my father’s place--a small, university supplied apartment in Princeton, New Jersey. For all intents and purposes, it was an aging, intellectual bachelor pad. It was filled with books, CDs, and ancient artifacts. It was not a clean place because my father was engrossed in his work as an art conservator and was far more interested in those pursuits than keeping the place tidy. It wasn’t disgusting, but not tidy either.

Stacks of books, CDs and magazines cluttered a small space that was defined by dust and crumbs. My father didn’t have cable TV as he preferred to read and listen to classical music on headphones in the evenings. Each evening, however, he religiously watch what was then the McNeil-Lehrer Newshour. It used to bum me out because it was so dry. At the time I listened to Bob Marley and Nirvana and hated most of what my parents stood for.

While he afforded me certain TV liberties, the 6 pm McNeil-Lehrer broadcast supplanted my reign...which included the

Ricki Lake Show and Donahue. While his TV watching was minimal, he did really enjoy Married With Children. It was--in my mind--an unusual thing for a man of his intellectual standing to enjoy--but I greatly enjoyed it, too. It was one of the only ways that made me feel close to him. We watched the show--in it’s repeat versions-- several times each week. We watched it so frequently, in fact, that I even recall the name of the dog training whose name appeared in the later stages of the credits. Steven Ritt. My father was not much a cook. Most dinners were pizza, pasta with store-bought pesto or Nathan’s hot dogs fried in butter. There was a regular supply of Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Honey Nut Cheerios for me to eat in the morning. The mornings were often weird and disorienting and largely devoid of communication between us. His mind was focused on the pursuits of the day--- or on what he was going to do with his romantic life--and mine were largely consumed by how much I hated school. When we’d eat he’d often be reading at the table.

------------------------------------------------Robert Nickelsberg Rice Chex, Cheerios, Gunsmoke, Twilight Zone.

------------------------------------------------Katie Orlinsky I ate Kix, Honey Nut Cheerios or if I was lucky Cinnamon Toast Crunch or the one that was basically tiny cookies I don’t remember the name. As for TV, on school day mornings I would probably be watching the winter olympics or nothing, and then on the weekends Aladdin! Animaniacs! And then Saved by the Bell! and maybe even California Dreams!

------------------------------------------------Mark Ovaska My parents were sugar nazis when i was young — at 11 i was (if i was very fortunate) eating honey nut cheerios. otherwise it was likely wheatabix or musli. this was 1991; neon colored clothes were in. the gulf war was over and i was illicitly watching Roseanne reruns from a portable b&w TV, the kind with one of those flimsy telescoping antennas. the good old days where wars lasted months instead of years.

------------------------------------------------Holly Pickett “arg” ------------------------------------------------Larry Price That would be Corn Flakes and/or Special K. In 1965 I watched a lot of Leave it to Beaver and Bonanza. And on Sunday night, The Wonderful World of Disney.

James Rexroad In 1983, I turned 11, but at the end of November, and thus the end of the year, so you could say that 1984 was the year I lived “11”. Being the child of a Eugene, Oregon native, I wasn’t allowed sugar cereals, and mostly ate off-brand cheerio-themed bulk foods or whatever they were calling the rice crispy version. I pined away each day waiting to go to my cousin Adam’s house, where Aunt Nicky let him eat whatever he wanted. There I could finally get the cherished bowl of Fruit Loops! Adam had no scruples, and would often put sugar on top of his sugar cereals, but I liked it pure. The milk turned color, my jaw tightened with the diabetic shock, and I, for a few moments, was in breakfast bliss. As for favorite tv shows from 1984, it’s a toss-up between Different Strokes and Airwolf. Or the A-Team was pretty excellent as well.

------------------------------------------------Amanda Rifkin I think it was crispix and the frosted wheat thins. tv shows i liked as a kid include “the wonder years” and “saved by the bell”.

------------------------------------------------Lance Rosenfield Always been a deliberate bloomer. To a fault but here we are. I was a civil engineer until my mid thirties. I think I’m 40 going on 34.

Oh, and the Grape Nuts made me late for school so I switched to Wheat Chex.

------------------------------------------------Richard Sandler I ate my mothers pancakes, her french toast, and occasional cornflakes with banana. i watched dr. kildare, tom corbet space cadets, i love lucy, ozzie and harriet etc.

------------------------------------------------Ken Schles Cap’n Crunch. Sugar Pops? Frosted Flakes, Coco Puffs? I had a varied diet.

I liked re-runs of “I Love Lucy,” but I remember liking Mr. Ed and My Favorite Martian too. Can’t leave out Gilligan’s Island. Childhood is a long time. As you can see, I enjoyed many different things at different times. Each of those were favorites at one time or another. 9? 10? 8? 11? From the assassination of MLK to the bombing of Cambodia and on through Watergate.

After Watergate, I didn’t have the stomach for the stuff. It started with the Flying Nun, which premiered 4 days after my 7th birthday and ended somewhere with Mary Tyler Moore and the Bob Newhart Show.

Fernwood Tonight was really the start of a different era--do you remember when Tom Waits was on--they said his car broke down near the studio and they forced him to appear. He drunkenly performed “The Piano Has Been Drinking.”

Steve Shames I ate Cheerios, Rice Chex, and Kellogg’s Corn Flakes. (no favorite). I watched The Rifleman and 77 Sunset Strip.

------------------------------------------------Nancy Siesel (not included on graph) The #1 cereal in our house in the 70’s was LIFE, he also recalled King Vitaman ( my mother was into feeding us vitamins and cod liver oil so she might has been seduced by the name) but it is spelled as above. I have to admit I watched the Brady Bunch/ Partridge Family. 1970’s.

------------------------------------------------Stephanie Sinclair hmmm. interesting one. it was 1984. i would guess i was watching magnum pi and i’d say captain crunch or lucky charms were the sugar bombs i ate at the time.

------------------------------------------------Les Stone Sorry man was completely burnt out. Ok, I remembered my fav cereal was peanut butter captain crunch, thats for sure what I was having then. I was 11 in 1970. I was watching the Outer Limits which scared the crap out of me.

------------------------------------------------Maggie Steber I rarely ate breakfast cereal but it would have been shredded wheat or oatmeal and for t.v. sitcom....i hate to tell you this....there wasn’t just one: Make Room for Daddy with Danny Thomas and Gunsmoke....because of Miss Kitty, the saloon owner.

------------------------------------------------Allan Tannenbaum Bob Cummings Show (about a photographer - debuted 1955 when I was 10, also called “Love That Bob”. He held a Speed Graphic and said, “Hold it! I think you’re gonna like this picture!”

------------------------------------------------Harvey Wang Mission Impossible, Get Smart, Green Acres, The Monkees. Cocoa Krispies, Wheatena.

------------------------------------------------Jeffrey Wolin 11? Hmmm, let me see--that would be ~6th grade. Frosted Flakes or Rice Krispies. “Leave it to Beaver” and “My Three Sons” for family values. “Twilight Zone” for scary stuff.

PAPER TRAINED

A found letter

by Ansel Adams 40 ZAR - 3.61 USD

Where? In Ansel Adams’s well-known trilogy about technical photography, Camera & Lens, The Negative and The Print, complemented with Natural Light and, the 5th and last volume of this shortened edition, Artificial Light. The letter was located in the inside cover of the second volume, along with two pages of NYC phonebook starting with the letter K and a poem titled Six loves, whose first line, difficult to decipher, goes: “The first love was a shepherd’s daughter who sweetly smiled the sheep to slaughter”.

The item was purchased at the Quagga art- and bookstore in Kalk Bat, South Africa.

Comments: I was making shopping with my mum in a little seaside town near Cape Town. Lots of tourists go there. There are little antique stores, this kind of things, and there is this little store where they sell old books, Afrikaaners books. Some of the books are kind of junky, some are expensive enough . So I saw this book and my mother, who is looking for photobooks for me – she doesn’t really know about photography but she knows that I care about it and she has found incredible books over the years. She goes to estates sales and all these places and I receive these phone calls, at every hour of the day or night. “Oh, I am at this sale. There is a book that looks like that could be something interesting.” Most of them are not worth a lot of money, they are just nice books to have in your collection. But I got one of the first editions of a Cartier-Bresson that she found for 10 dollars. She also found a David Goldblatt – back in the 70s, he was making books and nobody bought them, even though he is a South-African photographer and is now famous around the world. Those books are now worth 1,000 dollars a piece ! So, she finds books all over the place.

That day, I was at the store with her. She saw Adams’s books and said: “Oh, Ansel Adams, do you want these books?”. I knew that Adams had made this abridged version of his books. There is not nearly half of the information in there and they are not really nice books to look at. They are technical books. I told her, but she said “Oh, it’s only 40 rands”, or something like that, and she bought them ! Later on that day, I realized that there was this letter but I didn’t really look at it. It was quite a while later that I looked at the book again – I think I was trying to get rid of the books – and I opened the letter. It was a letter from Ansel Adams to the man who was reading his books!

So here is the letter. Here we go: Ansel Adams letterhead. “Dear Mister Hewitt, [...] book 5th is on its way.” He hadn’t written the 5th book yet! And this is the man: J. Hewitt, 1054 PO Box, South Africa. “I received your letter... apologize for the delay. There is blablamsmdnlildsbzuimbdjnsmnbablablaa [...] establishing a normal development time.” He is giving advice on technique. “55, four times the light...” He is going quite deep ! “Synchro flashes...” blablabla. It goes on. “I have no trade secrets”. I love this line: “I have no trade secrets. All my best wishes, Ansel Adams”.

I think this is incredible to have that guy who will become one of the most famous photographers in American history who took time to write all that stuff to this guy he had never met, and who lives in Cape Town. It’s really humble in a way and so generous. “I have no trade secrets”. He is really not precious! I had done a copy of the letter back then and sent it to the university of Tuscon, in Arizona, where they keep his archive, and they wrote me back to say that it was a wonderful thing and told me that there were other accounts prooving Ansel Adams was very generous of his time and advices with all sort of people. And that’s actually what it is all about!

For more info: ADAM WELZ

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NATURA MORTA

“New York, NY” (1985)

Raymond Depardon “ I had come to NYC to shoot a movie. From afar that seemed easy. - Every single day I was going out with my camera. - It was during winter and the days were short. The light escaped me every evening, submerged by the night.

I stopped at a cafe. I was looking at the street, at the people going back home after work.

Then I was going back to my hotel room. I was not able to shoot this city. - It was too strong, my thought was somewhere else. The days passed, I had no film left. - I went back to Paris and forgot this movie.”

“J’étais venu à New York pour tourner un film. - De loin celà me parassait évident. Tous les jours à la même heure, je sortais avec ma caméra. C’était l’hiver, les jours tombaient de bonne heure. La lumière m’échappait chaque soir, engloutie par la nuit. Je m’arrêtais dans un café. Je regardais la rue, les gens qui rentraient chez eux après le travail.

- Puis je retournais à ma chambre d’hôtel. Je n’arrivais pas a filmer cette ville Elle était trop forte, ma pensée était ailleurs Les jours passaient, je n’avais plus de pellicule.

- Je suis rentré à Paris, et j’ai oublié ce film.

Š Raymond Depardon / Magnum Photos

LOST DOGS

The museum ID Darrel Ellis

Courtesy of Darrel Ellis, Collection Allen Frame

Darrel Ellis was a lost son artist when he discovered that his father was a photographer - the kind who practiced in a studio, not in the street where he was mysteriously beaten to death by the police. Perhaps they were waiting for him on a corner, when it was getting dark in Harlem. That part of the story, no one knows. What is sure is that the officers arrested him for a minor parking violation and killed him en route to the precinct. With no regard for his brother who was following behind in his own car, they threw him out of the squad car. He was 33, and his son wasn’t born yet.

As he was already obsessively experimenting with self-portraits, the half orphan found a dusty box that belonged to his unknown father. The shoe boxes were torn apart but still looked like a treasure trunk full of black and white portraits. Most of them featured straight poses and neutral backgrounds that told long stories to Ellis who promptly claimed the disparate photographs to be the missing clues of his intriguing

life. He reproduced them in a series of infinite variations: drawings, paintings, collages; he explored the images in all their possible forms in a desperate search for himself. He would screen the portraits with an overhead projector onto the wall and place 3-D styrofoam forms to fragment the image. Then, he would rephotograph the projected image with slide film and create a positive. From this positive he would have an internegative made. The final negative encompassed every stage of the process metaphorically, each hybrid fiction Ellis created contained every aspect of his life: he was fatherless, black and gay, and sick of AIDS at an early age.

For the exhibition “Witnesses: Against Their Vanishing”, curated at Artists’ Space in 1989 by Nan Goldin, Darrel Ellis did some paintings based on the photographs taken of him by Robert Mapplethorpe and Peter Hujar – separately, but in the same weekend. They each gave Ellis a print to work from and both their photos and his interpretations made it on to the walls.

Soon after, the work also made it widely on to the press. Ellis realized, after seeing the image of himself as a black man covering so many magazine pages, that the usual depictions of black men were limited to criminals and sports/entertainment figures, and nothing much in between, and he started an extensive series of self-portraits - this time, he was interested in experimenting from other people’s photos of him rather than creating new ones. That was his way to define himself and to discuss differences, minorities and margins, with an emphasis on xeno- and homo phobia in news media.

Darrel Ellis was at the same time working part time as a guard at the Musuem of Modern Art in New York(1) - the same MoMA that exhibited his work within the “New Photography” show a year later, just after he died. Very sick from AIDS and still desperately hungry to define home, Ellis turned his repetitive duty into another variation around identity - around ID photography, around museum ID photography, to be

precise. The result is this series of five self-portraits printed on 8 x 10 RC paper - a high gloss quick commercial kind of paper that is non-archival. Hence, they now have a slightly pink cast that somehow resonates with Ellis’s burnt life. Transposed to film noir, identity was the motive for the crime he inflicted on himself trying to make sense of the story that was his history. He was 33, just like his father was when he died.

(1) A non-extensive research based on the only example of Dog Food editor Jason Eskenazi seems to reveal that the position of guard offers a field for fruitful frustration. While the first did the series featured above, the second started an obsession for making lists that is fulfilled, among other ways, with an ongoing inventory of hundreds of photographer’s favorite image from Robert Frank’s The Americans. An updated collection of these testimonies is published regularly.

(2) Since Ellis’ death in 1992, his archive is carefully taken care of and curated by his friend Allen Frame, a photographer and an admirer of film noir who recently paid a visual tribute to his intellectual accomplice, the writer Roberto Bolaño.

DOG TRACKS II

DOG -EARED 20 PHOTOGRAPHERS NAME 10 BOOKS AND 10 FILMS THAT HAVE INSPIRED THEIR LIFE LORI GRINKER

BOOKS: Hiroshima Mon Amour - Marguerite Duras (and the film as well by Alain Renais) + The Lover and War Ulysses - James Joyce Blindness - Jose Saramago Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance- James Pirsig The Stranger - Albert Camus A Book of Matches - Nicholsan Baker Perfume - Patrick Suskind A Walk in the Woods - Bill Bryson Running in the Family (and Coming Through Slaughter) - Michael Ondaatje Regeneration - Pat Barker

RICHARD SANDLER

BOOKS: Nadja - Andre Breton The fall - Albert Camus A coney island of the mind - Lawrence Ferlingetti The glass bead game - Herman Hesse Adventures in the skin trade - Dylan Thomas Herzog - Saul Bellow Zen and the art of archery - Eugen Herrigel Tales of power - Carlos Casteneda Rabbit redux - John Updike Transparent things - Vladimir Nabokov

ANDERS GOLDFARB

BOOKS: Down and Out in Paris and London - George Orwell 1984 - George Orwell The Death Ship - B.Traven Hunger - Knut Hamsun The Great Gatsby - Francis Scott Fitzgerald The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera The Road - Cormac McCarthy Crime and Punishment - Fedor Dostoevsky Notes from the Underground - Fedor Dostoevskyj Desolation Angels - Jack Kerouac

ETHAN EISENBERG

BOOKS: Elias Canetti - Auto Da Fe Anton Chekhov - Lady with a Lapdog and other stories J.M. Coetzee - The Life and Times of Michael K William Faulkner - As I Lay Dying Philip Larkin - Collected Poems Walker Percy - The Moviegoer Herman Melville - Moby Dick Flannery O’Connor - Wise Blood John Kennedy Toole - A Confederacy of Dunces Nathanael West - Miss Lonelyhearts

JAMES WHITLOW DELANO

BOOKS: Malay Archipelago - Alfred Russel Wallace The Sheltering Sky - Paul Bowles Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee Othello - William Shakespeare Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad A Moveable Feast - Ernest Hemingway Quiet American - Graham Greene Death of a Salesman - Arthur Miller My Journey to Lhasa - Alexandra David Neel

FILMS: Dreams - Akira Kurosawa The Passenger (also Blow Up) - Michelangelo Antonioni Wild Strawberries - Ingmar Bergman Smoke - Wayne Wang Ballad of Narayama - Shōhei Imamura No Country for Old Men - Cohen brothers Thin Blue Line and Fast,Cheap and Out of Control (all of his films) Errol Morris Apocalypse Now - Francis Ford Coppola American Beauty - Sam Mendes Dr. Zhivago - David Lean

FILMS: Floating weeds - Yasujiro Ozu Playtime - Jacques Tati Juliet of the spirits - Federico Fellini 2001: A Space Odyssey - Stanley Kubrick Blow up - Michelangelo Antonioni El topo - Alejandro Jodorowski The godfather part 2 - Francis Ford Coppola Manhattan - Woody Allen The conformist - Bernardo Bertolucci Dr. Strangelove - Stanley Kubrick FILMS: Apocalypse Now - Francis Ford Coppola Badlands -Terence Malick Days of Heaven -Terence Malick Paris,Texas -Wim Wenders The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari - Robert Wiene Blue Velvet -David Lynch A Man and a Woman - Claude Lelouch Ordinary People - Robert Redford Invasion of the Body Snatchers - Don Siegal Robot Monster - Phil Tucker

FILMS: Federico Fellini - La Dolce Vita Aki Kaurismaki - Match Factory Girl Buster Keaton - The General Krysztof Kieslowski - Dekalogue Akira Kurosawa - Kagemusha Terrence Malick - Days of Heaven Andrei Tarkovsky - Andrei Rublev Francois Truffaut - Small Change Wim Wenders - Alice in the Cities Frederick Wiseman - Titicut Follies

FILMS: Apocalypse Now - Francis Ford Coppola Citizen Kane - Orson Welles Blade Runner - Ridley Scott Traffic - Steven Soderbergh Taxi Driver - Martin Scorcese Casablanca - Michael Curtiz Jean De Florette and Manon of the Spring - Claude Berri Night of the Iguana - John Huston On the Waterfront - Elia Kazan Dr. Zhivago - David Lean

ARJEN ZWART:

BOOKS: The plague - Albert Camus Midnights children - Salman Rushdie One hundred years of solitude - Gabriel García Márquez The Mahabaratha - Peter Brook Titaantjes - Nescio On the road - Jack Kerouac Catcher in the rye - J. D. Salinger Dog years - Gunter Grass The Great Railway Bazaar- Paul Theroux Narcissus and Goldmund - Herman Hesse

BOB BLACK

BOOKS: Collected Poems - Rainer Maria Rilke Collected Poems - Paul Celan Dream Songs - John Berryman Natural Order of Things - Antonio Lobo Antunes Brothers Karamazov - Fedor Dostoevskyj 2666 - Roberto Bolano This is Not a Story - David Markson Suttree - Cormac McCarthy Infinite Jest - David Foster Wallace Where the Wild Things Are - Maurice Sendak

LANCE ROSENFIELD

BOOKS: The Sun Also Rises - Ernest Hemingway Regarding the Pain of Others - Susan Sontag Skinny Legs and All - Tom Robbins The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho Cat’s Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut Shop Class as Soul Craft - Matthew B Crawford One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Hunter S. Thompson Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah - Richard Bach

ANDRES GONZALES

BOOKS: Housekeeping - Marilynne Robinson Every Riven Thing - Christian Wiman Kafka On The Shore - Haruki Murakami Why People Photograph - Robert Adams Lonely Planet: Africa on a Shoestring Out Stealing Horses - Per Peterson Silence - John Cage Questions About Angels - Billy Collins The Bear Comes Home - Rafi Zabor Notes on the Cinematographer - Robert Bresson

CAROLYN DRAKE

BOOKS: Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad Orlando - Virginia Woolf Soul - Andrey Platonov Sun After Dark - Pico Iyer Beauty in Photography - Robert Adams What I Talk About When I Talk About Running - Haruki Murakami The Possessed - Elif Batuman Mythologies - Roland Barthes Illuminations - Walter Benjamin As I Lay Dying - William Faulkner

FILMS: Fitzgeraldo - Werner Herzog Novecento - Benardo Bertolucci Noordelingen - Alex Warmerdam Melancholia - Lars von Trier Dead man - Jim Jarmusch In name of the Rose - Jean Jacques Annaud Apocalypse Now - Francis Ford Coppola Fargo - Coen brothers Gadjo Dilo - Tony Gatliff The Misfortunates - Felix van Groeningen

FILMS: Zerkalo - Andrei Tarkovsky Satan Tango - Bela Tarr Yi Yi - Edward Yang Histoire du Cinema - Jean-Luc Goddard The Spirit of the Beehive - Victor Erice Wings of Desire - Wim Wenders Hong Kong Trilogy - Wong Kar Wai (Chungking Express, Fallen Angels, Happy Together) Fanny and Alexander - Ingmar Bergman Imitation of Life - Mike Hoolboom Colossal Youth - Pedro Costa FILMS: Vernon, Florida - Errol Morris Sex and Lucia - Julio Medem L’Eclisse - Michaelangelo Antonioni Taxi Driver - Martin Scorsese Hour of the Wolf - Ingmar Bergman City of God - Kátia Lund and Fernando Meirelles The Passion of Joan of Arc - Carl Theodor Dreyer Dead Man - Jim Jarmusch The 3 Burials of Melquiadas Estrada - Tommy Lee Jones Paris, Texas - Wim Wenders FILMS: Badlands - Terrence Malick Certified Copy - Abbas Kiarostami Kid With A Bike - Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne Grizzly Man - Werner Herzog Exit Through The Gift Shop - Banksy Primer - Shane Caruth City of God - Fernando Meirelles and Katia Lund Thin Blue Line - Errol Morris Talk to Her - Pedro Almodovar Hour of the Wolf - Ingmar Bergman

FILMS: Shadows - John Cassavetes Lost in Translation - Sofia Coppola Safe - Todd Haynes The Thin Blue Line - Errol Morris Grizzly Man - Werner Herzog Peeping Tom - Michael Powell The Color of Pomegranates - Sergei Parajanov Pina - Wim Wenders King of Comedy - Martin Scorcese The Conversation - Francis Ford Coppola Dead Man - Jim Jarmusch

REBECCA NORRIS WEBB

BOOKS: The Complete Poems - Emily Dickinson The Complete Poems - Elizabeth Bishop The World Doesn’t End - Charles Simic The Half-Finished Heaven - Tomas Transtromer Duino Elegies &The Sonnets to Orpheus -Rainer Marie Rilke Nox - Anne Carson The Collected Poems - Wallace Stevens To the Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf Housekeeping - Marilynne Robinson Lives of Girls and Women - Alice Munro

ALEX WEBB

BOOKS: The Master and Margarita - Mikhail Bulgakov Heart of Darkness - Josef Conrad The Comedians - Graham Greene Triste Tropiques - Claude Levi-Strauss The Possessed - Fyodor Dostoevsky The Green House - Mario Vargas Llosa The Emperor - Ryszard Kapuscinski Memory of Fire - Eduardo Galeano The Labyrinth of Solitude - Octavio Paz Under the Volcano - Malcolm Lowry

RALPH GIBSON

BOOKS: Ulysses - James Joyce Bergman on Bergman - autobiography The Daybooks - Edward Weston Swann’s Way - Marcel Proust In Praise of Shadows - Jun-chiro Tanizaki The Nude - Sir Kenneth Clarke Silence - John Cage Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus - Ludwig Wittgenstien Dialogue with Duchamp - Pierre Cabanne Give my Regards to Eighth Street - Morton Feldman

JULIO MITCHEL

BOOKS: The Stranger - Albert Camus The Exile and the Kingdom - Albert Camus Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel García Márquez The Tin Drum - Gunther Grass Before Night Falls - Reinaldo Arenas Short Friday (and all short stories) - Isaac Bashevis Singer Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair - Pablo Neruda Romancero Gitano - Federico García Lorca The First Casualty - Phillip Knightly The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich - William Schirer

MAGGIE STEBER

BOOKS: The Comedians - Graham Greene (and everything by him) Almost anything (especially shorts) by Somerset Maugham Black Mischief - Evelyn Waugh Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand Fountainhead - Ayn Rand Krik Krak - Edwidge Danticat Written in Blood - Heinl and Heinl (best history about Haiti) The Rainy Season - Amy Wilentz (again about Haiti) Steppenwolfe - Herman Hesse The War of the Worlds - H.G. Wells and Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell (I put these together)

FILMS: The Piano - Jane Campion Fargo - Joel and Ethan Coen Orlando - Sally Potter Badlands- Terrence Malick Lost in Translation - Sofia Coppola Blade Runner - Ridley Scott Babel - Alejandro Inarritu The Three Colors Trilogy - Krzysztof Kieslowski (especially Blue) Wings of Desire - Wim Wenders The Diving Bell and the Butterfly - Julian Schnabel

FILMS: The Conformist - Bernardo Bertolucci Nashville - Robert Altman La Strada - Frederico Fellini Duck Soup - Marx Brothers Night Moves - Arthur Penn Apocalypse Now - Francis Ford Coppola Aguirre Wrath of God - Werner Herzog The Wages of Fear - Clouzot Dead Birds - Robert Gardner I Am Cuba - Mikhail Kalatozov

FILMS: Citizen Kane - Orson Welles High Noon - Fred Zinneman Strangers on a Train - Alfred Hitchcock The Seventh Seal - Ingmar Bergman Breathless - Jean Luc Goddard L’Avventurra - Micheangelo Antonioni Dogville - LarsVon Trier L’Amour - Michael Haneke Last Year at Marienbad - Alain Resnais Hiroshima Mon Amour - Alain Resnais

FILMS: Hara-Kiri - Masaki Kobayashi The Train (and most of his films) - John Frankenheimer 8 ½ - Federico Fellini Psycho (and most of his films) - Alfred Hitchcock The Swimmer - Frank Perry The Clowns - Federico Fellini The Seventh Seal - Ingmar Bergman Bananas - Woody Allen The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie - Luis Buñuel A Night at the Opera - the Marx brothers Casablanca - Michael Curtiz FILMS: 8 ½ - Federico Fellini (seen at least 20 times) La Strada - Federico Fellini Satyricon - Federico Fellini The Rules of the Game - Jean Renoir Weekend - Jean- Luc Godard Breathless - Jean- Luc Godard The Comedians - Peter Grenville Yo Soy Cuba (I am Cuba) - Mikhail Kalatozov Black Orpheus - Marcel Camus The Mirror - Andrei Tarkovsky

JOSEPH MICHAEL LOPEZ

BOOKS: American Cinematographer Manual 7th Edition The Difficulty of Being - Jean Cocteau Knaves of Heart - Danny Lyon Albert Camus Notebooks 1935 - 1959 The Double Flame: Love and Eroticism - Octavio Paz Into the Wild - Jon Krakauer Sculpting in Time: Tarkovsky The Great Russian Film-maker Discusses His Art - Andrei Tarkovsky Tristes Tropiques - Claude Levi-Strauss The Order of Things - Michel Foucault History Will Absolve Me - Fidel Castro

DONNA FERRATO

BOOKS: The Woman Destroyed - Simone de Beauvoir The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism - Naomi Klein Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas - Hunter Thompson The World According to Garp - John Irving Woman of the Dunes - Kobo Abe Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl - Harriet Jacobs Kabul in Winter - Ann Jones Story of the Eye - Georges Bataille Conquest of the Uselessness - Werner Herzog Being There - Jerzy Koskinski

FILMS: The Alphabet - David Lynch Lumiere & Company - 40 International Directors I am Cuba - Mikhail Kalatozov Improper Conduct - Nestor Almendros Memories of Underdevelopment - Tomas Gutierrez Alea Eureka - Shinji Aoyama Killer of Sheep - Charles Burnett Lessons of Darkness - Werner Herzog Movern Callar - Lynne Ramsey Days of Heaven - Terrence Malick 3 Women - Robert Altman FILMS: Top of the Lake - Jane Campion Antonia’s Line - Marleen Gorris Question of Silence - Marleen Gorris Blade Runner - Ridley Scott La Strada - Federico Fellini Honeymoon Killers - Leonard Kastle The Paperboy - Lee Daniels Once Were Warriors - Lee Tamahori FitzCararraldo - Werner Herzog Beasts of the Southern Wild - Benh Zeitlin Paris, Texas - Wim Wenders

MICHAEL CHRISTOPHER BROWN:

BOOKS: For Whom the Bell Tolls - Ernest Hemingway On the Road - Jack Kerouac Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman Bible (I am not religious but was raised lutheran) Songs of Experience - William Blake The Teachings of Don Juan - Carlos Castaneda The Origin of Species - Charles Darwin Dispatches - Michael Herr The Power of Myth - Joseph Campbell Slaughterhouse-5 - Kurt Vonnegut The Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway Gulliver’s Travels - Jonathan Swift Siddhartha - Herman Hesse

JOHN TROTTER

BOOKS: Cadillac Desert - Marc Reisner The Long Emergency - James Howard Kunstler Basin and Range - John McPhee The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat - Oliver Sacks Song of Solomon -Toni Morrison Once in Europa - John Berger Angle of Repose - Wallace Stegner Variations on the Theme of an African Dictatorship (trilogy) - Nuruddin Farah The Land of Little Rain - Mary Austin The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

MARY ELLEN MARK

I’ve really been inspired by many films. Here is a list of some. I’m sure I’ve left out a lot. I’d run out of pages if I tried to list them all. But any films that these filmmakers have made are definitely worth seeing. As for books, that’s a hard one. Anything that Ruth Prawer Jhabvala or John Irving writes I read. Ryszard Kapuściński is always interesting, especially The Emperor. I also love medical non-fiction: the New Yorker often has great stories in this genre. There are too many to list.

FILMS: La Strada - Federico Fellini 400 Blows - Francois Truffaut Murmur of the Heart - Louis Malle Fanny and Alexander - Ingmar Bergman Loves of a Blonde - Milos Forman Ikiru - Akira Kurosawa Bicycle Thief - Vittorio de Sica Umberto D - Vittorio de Sica A Separation - Asghar Farhadi Edward Scissorhands - Tim Burton My Life as a Dog - Lasse Hallstrom

FILMS: E.T. - Steven Spielberg The Sound of Music - Robert Wise Spies Like Us - John Landis Red Dawn - Dan Bradley The Goonies - Richard Donner Stand by Me - Rob Reiner Baraka - Ron Fricke In the Mood for Love - Wong Kar-wai The Wind will Carry Us - Abbas Kiarostami Paris, Texas - Wim Wenders

FILMS: Apocalypse Now - Francis Ford Coppola Down By Law - Jim Jarmusch Blow Up - Michelangelo Antonioni The Deer Hunter - Michael Cimino La Règle du Jeu - Jean Renoir The Seventh Seal - Ingmar Bergman Dreams - Akira Kurosawa The Color of Paradise (Rang-e khoda) - Majid Majidi The Battleship Potemkin - Sergei Eisenstein The Battle of Algiers - Gillo Pontecorvo

The Lives of Others - Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck The Fallen Idol - Carol Reed 8 1/2 - Federico Fellini La Dolce Vita - Federico Fellini Closely Watched Trains - Jiri Menzel The Red Shoes - Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger Oldboy - Chan-wook Park The Sea Inside - Alejandro Amenabar Persona - Ingmar Bergman Tampopo - Juzo Itami Godfather 2 - Francis Ford Coppoloa Ed Wood - Tim Burton Brokeback Mountain - Ang Lee The Ice Storm - Ang Lee One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest - Milos Forman Tristana - Luis Bunuel Babel - Alejandra Gonzalez Inarritu The Music Room - Satyajit Ray The Apu Trilogy - Satyajit Ray

Š John Trotter. New York, 2013.