Author: donald barnat

For Rosa de los Vientos Wherever You Are

Breaking My Silence

Over the course of the last two months, in mostly confused ways that were neither well thought out nor very efficient, I’ve tried to get the following information out and in front of the public. I say confused because of the dizzying panoply of emotions and concerns I’ve experienced since being awakened to the news that a hashtag and the phrase ‘me too’ had become a singular viral moment of empowerment for women in their fight to free themselves from the sexual predations of evil men as well as the mechanisms of power, intimidation, and control that have too long silenced their ranks and allowed all of us to ignore the vast size and scope of their problem.

One thing I’ve learned about myself in the last 6 weeks is that I don’t know how to do something very well that I’d always thought I was probably pretty good at. That would be getting my message out there and into the hands of anyone who might need to hear that message or spread it for me. Maybe if I had truly possessed the courage of my convictions, I would have been at least consistent in my efforts. But I was not consistent and whatever courage I might have was tempered by deep concerns and reservations about attaching my name and any role I might have played in sparking the idea of the #metoo moment to this now massive world-wide phenomenon.

I will relate only one concern here, out of scores of more personal concerns.

I haven’t wanted to do anything that would slow the momentum of the #metoo movement, anything that might stop one solitary girl from using the hashtag as a means of speaking out about her personal situation, or anything that might change the global conversation from the message of #metoo and the impact it’s had in allowing women to fight back against the scourge of sexual predation as it exists in far too many of their lives.

Both Tarana Burke and Alyssa Milano are able and worthy warrior/activists and have been able front-persons for the #metoo movement. Nothing can take away or should diminish in any way their work or their ongoing impact, as measured by the historic milestone they and all women achieved today when the #metoo movement was named Time magazine’s collective Person of the Year: The Silence Breakers

I have a beautiful wife who I’ve been with for 42 years. She is a working woman. A good portion of my entire adult life has been spent calculating on a daily and granular level what I might need to do today or tomorrow or twenty years from now to keep her protected. The sexual revolution that #metoo represents is something that, for me, indicates a hoped for future where women and girls might be safer to move through this world, either walking down a street at night or through the corridors of their careers, without requiring a man to act as their personal guard dog.

I’m going to post a series of screenshots. Please pay particular attention to the dates. Also feel free to click on the images for full sized versions.

The first screenshot is of Alyssa Milano’s first tweet on Oct. 15th calling for women who have been the victims of sexual assault or harassment to come forward by using the words ‘me too.’

A little over 27 hours later, on Oct 16th, Ms. Milano tweets that she was “just made aware of an earlier #metoo movement” and links to a website that tells the story of Ms. Burke’s prior utilization of the phrase ‘me too’ in relation to the sexual assault of women or girls.

The next two screen shots are from an article and a comment to that article on the New York Times website. I will excerpt from the comment below but if you wish to check the actual screen shot you may need to click on either of the images as the text as posted in the body of this piece may be too small to read. The article is from Oct 9th, was written by the actress Lena Dunham, and is entitled Harvey Weinstein and the Silence of the Men.

The comment on the right was posted on Oct 10th. It was written by me, posting under the username ‘jammer,’ five days prior to Ms. Milano’s first ‘me too’ tweet.

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Here is the relevant part of my comment.

Here’s what really needs to happen now. Every woman who has ever been presented with a career/sex quid pro quo in the entertainment industry should come forward and simply say, “Me, too.”

In the days following the online explosion that #metoo became, articles identifying Tarana Burke, based on her earlier use of the phrase in this context, as the person behind the hashtag phenomenon were published by The New York Times, The Washington Post,  CNN, Buzzfeed, Al Jazeera, The Boston Globe, Elle, and The Huffington Post among many others.

I don’t want to, nor can I, take anything away from Tarana Burke. She came up with this phrase and used it in this context nearly a decade before either me or Alyssa Milano.  She is an actual activist and not just a person like me who suggests things online. And she is the perfect voice to lead the worldwide army of women who have taken up the fight to free themselves from this most wretched behavior that has long been forced upon them by men and the power structures men have created.

Tarana Burke is essential and irreplaceable as the face, voice, and leader of the movement that is #metoo today. But Ms. Milano’s tweets clearly indicate that she didn’t get the idea for #metoo from Ms. Burke and that she knew nothing of Ms. Burke’s prior use of the term ‘me too’ in this context when she set off a worldwide movement with her first #metoo tweet on Oct. 15th. Further, the New York Times reports in their Oct 20th piece on Ms. Burke that Ms. Milano said “she had been unaware of Ms. Burke’s campaign” when she first tweeted about #metoo.

And let me say this very clearly. I too had never heard of Ms. Burke or the use of the phrase ‘me too’ in this or any context remotely like this prior to making my own post advocating women coming forward behind the phrase in my comment to the Dunham piece on Oct. 10th.

Alyssa Milano’s initial ‘me too’ tweets on the 15th and 16th of October say two things.

Tweet 1. This is not my idea.
Tweet 2. I did not get this idea from Tarana Burke.

Tarana Burke did not launch the #metoo movement that rocketed around the world beginning on Oct 15, 2017. She certainly first thought of the idea of using the phrase in a similar context and did create a ‘me too’ movement for victims of sexual assault or harassment to respond to each other and she may be now one of the present movement’s most perfect representatives. But Ms. Burke’s ‘me too’ efforts of the last decade were likely unknown to anyone even tangentially connected with sparking the post-Weinstein #metoo movement and were materially different in both the specific purpose of the effort, its overall scope, and its implementation.

When I’m on the New York Times, of which I am a subscriber, there is a popup ad that says something about the paper always seeking the truth. I’m sure the Times and all the publications who missed or downplayed the significance of Ms. Milano’s own tweets regarding the origins of #metoo do always seek out the truth and to inform the public by passing along that truth to their readers. It’s an incredibly important function. In the world and country we live in now it may be the single most important function of any of our failing institutions. But in this case, the truth is that the Times and a host of other first-rate publications failed to get to the exact truth behind the #metoo phenomenon and to get this movement’s origin story right.

Details matter. Our shared understanding of a vital press revolves around the notion that facts are checked and rechecked and details are questioned and looked at from every possible angle in order to determine what exactly are the factual details that will constitute an accurate and truthful narrative.

The Lena Dunham piece was among the first wave of articles on the Harvey Weinstein scandal published in the Times. This was at a moment when everyone remotely interested in this slowly breaking story, and that included, if reports are to be believed, most everyone in the entertainment industry, would have been, as I was, devouring every word published in the New York Times or anywhere else where this story and its many sidebars were being published. And as just about anyone who is regularly consuming news or political information on the Times knows, the comments sections are usually a must-read extension to the news or commentary in the main articles.

So here is my truth. What I believe happened is that a lot of people in Hollywood read that Lena Dunham piece, and the comments section, and someone saw and read my comment and somehow my suggestion made its way to Alyssa Milano.

Here is something, just one of many things, that supports that conclusion.

Ms. Milano states that her purpose in calling for #metoo was to get an idea of how many victims were out there.

In my New York Times comment posted five days before her historic twitter-call I wrote this:

I don’t know how many women would actually come forward. I do know the number would be beyond belief.

Me too? This is what needs to happen now? A shared reason for ‘me too’ stated by Ms. Milano and alluded to by me being to get an idea of the number of victims that are out there? As coincidences, these are simply not believable things. The truth here is fairly plain. Either directly, by reading my comment herself, or indirectly, by having the suggestion I made passed on to her by ‘a friend’, Ms. Milano got the idea to call for ‘me too’ from my comment to the Lena Dunham piece, posted five days prior to her first tweet, calling for the exact same thing to happen, now, and for essentially the same reason.

Ms. Milano, much younger and more social media savvy than me, and with much more to lose by taking up the fight against sexual predation with a major Hollywood scandal yet unfolding, added the hashtag and her celebrity status and thousands of Twitter followers. It takes a number of things to start a proper fire. Fuel, accelerant, oxygen, and a spark.

I have more than a bit of ADD and the levels of irony here have been hard for me to keep track of. To an article that calls out men for their silence on the subject of the sexual harassment of women in Hollywood, I speak up and write a comment that suggests that men in Hollywood would not solve this problem for women, that women would need to do this themselves, and that women who had been victimized by the sexual predations of men in the entertainment industry should come forward by simply saying ‘me too.’

And then five days later, whoosh! That very idea is now a worldwide movement.

#metoo is now completely unstoppable and both Tarana Burke and Alyssa Milano are able representatives of a worldwide movement. I do feel that now gives me a measure of freedom. I can’t hurt this movement or take anything away from it by now pointing out that a 60-year-old man might have been a catalyst in the creation of this landmark moment for women. It’s a good thing. I wasn’t one of Lena Dunham’s silent men.

The fact is that the idea that women who had been preyed upon by men in the entertainment industry should come forward and say so simply by articulating the words ‘me too’ was, in the passing moment of one more political story of a busy week, what I’m sure I would have thought at the time just one more clever idea thrown out to the world never to hear back from it again. Alyssa Milano says, in today’s POTY article that she posted the idea of #metoo “almost on a whim.” Not exactly the same thing for me but being perfectly honest with myself, it really was just one more thing I had to say on the internet that day. What has happened since has left me, in turns, reeling, elated, at times deeply moved and proud, but, again, to be honest, often unsatisfied and unsettled at the same time. My wife and I sometimes groan when someone describes a personal experience as surreal. I don’t think we’ll be groaning about that any time soon.

The #metoo movement is now historically important. That women have this tool now to unite their voices to fight what has been their burden throughout history is deserving of every possible moment of recognition. But the origin story is also important. We can’t pick and choose which origin story best supports the most helpful narrative going forward. It doesn’t work like that. Or at least it shouldn’t.

Okay, if you’ve read this far I’ll give you a bonus thought. It’s representative of the extreme reservations that have had me sitting back mostly in silence for the last six weeks.

Remember Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion? It’s the story of two ditzy underachievers who have to face both the mean girls and tough questions at their high school reunion.

So, Mi-chelle! What are you up to?

Oh, okay. Um, I invented Post-Its.

I don’t want to be that. It’s a grave concern of mine. And I’m afraid that when I hit ‘publish’ on this piece, it’s going to be much worse than that. But there’s a world of women out there, especially in the field of entertainment, who have shown a bravery in the face of the power to destroy them that inspires me.

To man up.

Wish me luck.

Donald Barnat

12/06/17

* (note) This blog post will be edited in an ongoing effort to make the writing clearer or to add pertinent facts or information or clarifications as I deem necessary. The title has also been tweaked or changed entirely a number of times and might be again.

 

Jazz At The Lighthouse: Bill Spoke Quintet

 

WILLIAM EGGLESTON: “Draft of a Presentation” (2003) – AMERICAN SUBURB X

“It’s hard for me to describe the fascination that William Eggleston’s photographs exert on me. More than twenty years ago, I bought William Eggleston’s Guide, the catalogue of his solo show at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City in 1976.”

Source: WILLIAM EGGLESTON: “Draft of a Presentation” (2003) – ASX | AMERICAN SUBURB X | Photography & Culture

Nikon at the Playboy Mansion

To mark the passing of Hugh Hefner I’m reposting this from years gone by. RIP Hef. Lord knows you’d need some rest by now. 😉

So let me tell you the story.

I get a call from a BET producer on a Friday night asking if I can go shoot an event for her at the Playboy Mansion the next night. It might come as a surprise to most people but the Playboy Mansion is the site of innumerable charity functions. I’d been up there before. Swam in the grotto pool. Blah blah blah.

But never, slow my rapidly beating heart, had I ever been there with a camera and a press credential.

So of course, I say yes! The problem, however, is that at that time in my life my health was absolutely miserable. So when the next day dawned blisteringly hot, I was both sick and apprehensive.

To get to these things at the Playboy Mansion you have to shuttle over. Actually they’re full-sized buses and you usually depart from a giant multi-level parking garage somewhere else on the Westside of Los Angeles. That was the case when I had my significant and dubious girlfriend of over three decades drop me off at the parking garage.

And I was still feeling very bad. And it was hot as Hades. I gave her strict instructions to be ‘on call’ cell phone on because I knew there’d be a long wait in a smothering parking garage and that I’d probably bail even before the first bus departed.

That was at 5:00 pm west coast time. Girlfriend didn’t hear from me again until near 1:00 am, when she found me lying on the sidewalk where she left me, drenched in sweat, with an absolutely stupid semi-permanent smile plastered on my half-crocked visage.

Yes. I was there a LONG time. I went through three or four different types of event photography all in one night. Red carpet. Long lens daylight candids. Available lowlight shooting. Standard event flash photography with the SB-800 and the 24-70 f2.8 Nikkor.

Lot of great stories. Met a lot of great people, believe it or not.

A pair of young female reporters for an online publication that covers charity events hooked up with me on the bus over. I guess this is when you know you’re getting old and harmless as a guy and maybe just a little pathetic. For a lot of the evening one of the very nice young women carried my heavy camera back pack around for me. Are you kidding me? Nice girl, definitely not from L.A.

At one point in the dusky part of the early evening, after sundown but when there’s still some light in the air, and of course there’s plenty of lighting at the event, a heavily geared up Canon shooter came up to me while I was shooting with the 70-200 f2.8 Nikkor. This is in the early days of the D3. He was very irritated with me for some reason and he says, “You know you’re not getting anything with that lens in this light?”

That was right around the time the picture at the top of this post was taken. And this one.

I’m linking to a Flickr slideshow of the images that ended up being used not by BET but another publication. They might appear a little soft in the slideshow as they are only 800x on the long end. It’s the entire gallery of ‘safe’ images.

But I’m also including below a definitevly NSFW slideshow of images that have never been seen by anyone but myself. These are of body-painted girls and when I say NSFW I really mean it! These are not your father’s body-painted naked girls here.

It’s the Playboy Mansion. What’d you expect?

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Street Rider – Edited

I’m sorry. I did a crop on my iPhone of this picture, something I often do, and had to have it here instead of the original uncropped version. Other than that, have a nice day!

 

A Birthday Card to My Self

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I snapped this scene about 500 feet from my front door last year at this time. It captures the cool late-afternoon shade provided by the massive buildings in Century City and, here and there, an actual tree or two.

I’m 60 years old today. For a person from where I’m from — anyone, I would think, but certainly me — how far I have come to get where I am today is something that is never far from my mind. So, for me, this image is a representation and reminder of that as well.

Anyway, have a great day everyone and I will now continue trying to forget how old I am and go on with the happy illusion that I’m 30 years younger. 😉

City of Night

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I grew up in Aliquippa, Pennsylvania. Aliquippa was the home of a giant steel mill; at one time it was the largest in the world. The entire monstrosity was near 11 miles long and employed close to 15k workers.

The town was like something out of a rust-belt boom-town dream. Or was it a nightmare? Aliquippa was in the Guiness Book of World Records for having the most bars per square mile. A recent article in our local newspaper put it this way. “Aliquippa was a dirty little town of 30,000 with more bars, bordellos and gambling rooms than most would care to admit. In 1918, a state Supreme Court justice offered the following assessment of Aliquippa:

It is said that the region is largely peopled by uneducated foreigners, who invariably carry concealed deadly weapons; that murders are common; and that when a quarrel ensues, the question as to who shall be the murdered…

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Faces of Ancient Street Shots of Los Angeles

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More from the Nikon Coolpix 950. Probably from around 2000 to 2004. I’m like Vivian Maier Lite. Less calories. Less filling. Etc. Please enjoy responsibly.

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Son of Even More Ancient Street Shots of Los Angeles

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Yes it just keeps on going. I THINK all or most of these were taken, as were the rest in this week’s blast from the past, with the Nikon Coolpix 950. Trusty little devil. Between 2000 and 2004. Which is mighty trusty indeed for a first generation digital camera. Solid.

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More, Even Better, Ancient Street Shots of Los Angeles

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Again, these images were taken with one of the first great digital cameras, the Nikon Coolpix 950. Probably from around 2000 to 2004. I had so much fun with this camera that twisted the part with the viewfinder from the side with the lens. Twisty little sucker. Like having a viewfinder camera and I don’t know why I remember it being ‘live view.’ Maybe I’m misremembering. Anyway. Yet even more images to come tomorrow.

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My Ancient Street Shots of Los Angeles

Very busy time for me. Please accept and enjoy these collections from last summer while I re-situate. 😉

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All of these images predate even my first DSLR, the Nikon D70. These were, believe it or not, taken with one of the first great digital cameras, the Nikon Coolpix 950. Probably from around 2000 to 2004. Yes, I’ve been doing this a long time. More to come.

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As Seen Through Glass

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The Truth About Us

l1088744My sister came to Los Angeles this past summer to visit us for the first time. It was really wonderful to have her here after all these years. But not long after her arrival she would inevitably see her first homeless person. Literally, her first. Yes, at 60+ years old, my small town Pennsylvania sister had never seen, in her life, an actual homeless person in the flesh.

It affected her deeply. At one point almost to tears. I don’t want to overplay this but it was obvious she was having a hard time getting past her sudden exposure to this ubiquitous part of the urban LA landscape for the first time. We had to work through it a bit and I’ll leave it at that.

After my sister left LA her reaction to seeing homeless people for the first time, and she saw a lot of them in the few days she was here, stuck with me. It called to mind how our mother reacted to the homeless problem in LA decades earlier.

My mom came of age in the Great Depression and had to quit school after the first grade to help support her family by picking cotton for 50 cents a day. Mom went on to be a business woman and active in politics, a heath inspector for the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania… but whatever she did in life she did on the back of that one year of schooling and with ‘The Depression’ always on the tip of her tongue.

So I can’t recall that we ever drove past a homeless person with mom in the car without her calling attention to the situation verbally. It would be something like, “Look at that poor soul. We’re so lucky.

I would love to be able to tell you that after a few years of this (or even weeks) my reaction to my mom’s unrelenting response to the sight of the homeless was limited to mere eye-rolls. I’m ashamed to say it was not. I pleaded with her to stop. Please, Mom. Just stop. 

Thanks to my parents’ hard work and devotion to us, my sister and I grew up thinking we were rich. But growing up in the shadow of one of the largest steel mills in the world, and knowing I would most likely end up working there, which I did, began the process of disabusing me of the idea that I might be rich.

But it would be at music school in Boston, in my early 20s, when I more fully began to learn the score. The actual score. No pun intended.

Not only was I not rich, going to school in Boston showed me that I hadn’t even grown up in the American middle class. The ‘rich’ people in my hometown? They were middle class. At best.

So the point of this digression is this. We’re here in Southern California. That was no small accomplishment in and of itself. And we weren’t out in the valleys or outer counties. We were on the tony Westside. And we’re trying to ‘make it’ and anchor ourselves here and, little did we realize at the time, we would be doing so for the rest of our lives. That’s an entirely different story for another time. But the point, again, is this. We didn’t need to have our gaze constantly focused on human desperation.

We didn’t come from that and no, mom, we had never seen it at this level before either. But we needed to adapt. We needed to learn to react to the urban landscape in the way that the people who don’t have to worry about making it or anchoring themselves in Los Angeles do. Those are the people who were here before us. The people who will be here after we’re gone.

Without fully explaining Los Angeles or the coastal areas of California or even Manhattan to people who have never been here or there… there are a lot of those people. This is an affluent state and it is the most populous state in the country. And unlike the vertical cities back east the affluent of California live largely in single family homes. So the affluence is spread out. Far and wide. This is their state. It belongs to the affluent.

A long long time ago, in a place far far away, someone saw their first homeless person. But I’m not talking about someone like my sweet sister, or me, or my mom. I’m talking about the first affluent person who had the wealth and power to do something about that homeless person’s circumstances and didn’t. The first wealthy and powerful person to walk or ride by a homeless person and ignore their presence and their plight.

What culture and what economic system created that person? The person who thought it was acceptable? As I said, to be sure, it was a long time ago.

Homelessness was not, it turns out, acceptable to my sister. Literally, she could not accept it. And I guarantee you that she’s not alone and would not be unique in her visceral physical response to seeing people, for the first time, covered in rags and living on the street.

So my greater point is this. There is a difference in cultures in this country. We know that to be true in so many instances. Regional differences, economic and class differences, racial differences, political differences. But we should make no mistake (to borrow a phrase from my mother) in believing that there isn’t a very old culture of wealth and privilege in this world that decided centuries ago that homeless people sleeping somewhere on their streets was an acceptable or maybe just unavoidable aspect of life on this planet.

I believe the time is long overdue for the perspective of someone like my sister to come front and center into the conversation about homelessness in America. A perspective that doesn’t simply offer rhetorically that homelessness is not acceptable, but one that is literally not capable of accepting this failure of our own humanity.

I will not hold back from offering that I believe the further up you go in the economic ladder in society, the more acceptance there is of the societal failure represented by the presence of homeless people living on the streets. But the blame doesn’t belong solely to any one group or social class or culture.

The truth is, we accept the homeless and their suffering. We are inured to it. Someone maybe led us down the road to acceptance a long time ago but the truth is now that it is too many of us who find homelessness to be an acceptable aspect of modern life in America. It is not acceptable and never will be.

A note on photographing the homeless and my images. I shoot a lot of pictures as anyone who follows this blog knows. I therefore end up with a lot of images of homeless people. I don’t post most of those images. There is a notion that has been expressed by other photographers that it is questionable to make images of people at their worst and then publish those images to the world. The many reasons have been eloquently expressed by other street photographers. I don’t subscribe to their thinking, however, and I don’t agree with the basic arguments that are made.

But I also don’t frivolously publish pictures of homeless people for many reasons of my own.

I do think, however, that it is very important for street photographers at this time to photograph the realities of people living on the streets. I don’t think there is any one or even a few simple formulas for accomplishing this important photography. We all must bring our own creative aesthetic as well as our own motivations to the task of producing images that reveal this human disaster that is happening all around us. I will in the coming months expound on what I think matters about my images of the homeless. What matters about them in a photographic sense. Why I think and hope the images I choose to show do the job that surreptitiously taken candid photographs of the homeless should do.

Anyway. Today we inaugurate a new president. Seems this is a good day to make a change in the focus of this blog to more serious issues.

Thank you.

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Untitled, Wilshire Blvd., Beverly Hills, 10/2/16

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The Democratic Forest: William Eggleston

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“Eggleston was in New York during the last week in October for the opening of a new exhibition of his work at the Zwirner gallery that runs through December 17. All of the nearly 50 images in the show were taken in the ’80s as part of a mammoth series called The Democratic Forest, which in its entirety includes some 12,000 images. But in the Zwirner show, for the first time, many of the images have been reproduced on a giant scale, some of them five feet across. Staring at them on opening night (and it is a measure of how Eggleston is idolized, particularly by the young, that hundreds of people braved a truly filthy rain to attend the opening), I thought, when you make a picture that big, there is no room for error, no place for a photographer to hide. And in this case, no need. You could put these pictures on a billboard, and they would lose none of their integrity.”

Source: William Eggleston: The Father of Modern Color Photography – The Daily Beast

Go Metro #157 (at least)

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