Photojournalism legend and Magnum photographer Thomas Höpker, 77, romances over the good old times when a magazine employed a dozen photographers and didn’t ask any questions about travel expenses. Photographers flew business class back then, enjoyed big paychecks and enough time to do a proper job — sometimes they even flew back on location for a second shooting, says Höpker. Today’s world with photo and stock agencies and countless freelancers is completely different. But has the world become a worse place for photographers? On the contrary, says Höpker who just published the new fascinating photobook New York where he lives since the 70s.
In an interview with German magazine Spiegel you learn something about the inner workings of myth-enshrouded Magnum Photos where egos, friends and foes clash, and what it took to become a photographer back in the days when Elliott Erwitt called the shots at the agency.
Robert Frank‘s classic Les Américains was defining him, recalls Höpker, but it was only thanks to his personal contacts to boxer Muhammed Ali granting him unrestricted access that Höpker rose to fame.
Today the Leica shooter and president of Magnum from 2003 to 2006 has some advice for aspiring young photographers who want to become photojournalists:
Have a rich father! No, seriously: to make it by oneself as a photographer and lead a tolerable life is hard. One can already call himself lucky if the editor pays two nights at the hotel. On the other hand it is easier to take pictures. The entire laboratory component falls away — you edit images on the computer and can send them immediately. What really amazes me are the many outstanding young photographers out there. They are, I think, better than we were. The extinction of the profession is out of question.
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