News and features.
My house, in remote Finistere, faces a very rough patch of Atlantic coast where spectacular winter storms and dramatic lighting conditions present superb subject matter, so I often illustrate environment and extreme weather stories. I did most of my news shooting in the 1970s and the 1980s.
I remember sitting on my father’s shoulders at the age of five in St. Peter’s square in the Vatican, snapping pictures with my first plastic camera during the funeral of Pope Pius XII in 1958. I have photographed every Pope since.
I grew up in Rome during the Dolce Vita period of the late 1950’s surrounded by photography, as my parents were both in news photo business. I was about ten years old when I convinced my father to let me turn our old coal cellar into a darkroom and started experimenting with processing film and making prints. My first ‘real’ camera was a 6x6 Yashica-Mat, which I bought when I was fourteen from money earned by washing cars.
In 1969 I shot the Rolling Stones concert in Hyde Park and managed to sell some feature pictures of the attendees.
I learned a great deal about remaining calm under pressure when I spent many months covering the Iranian revolution and U.S hostage drama in Tehran in 1979. Western media regularly had their offices raided by the revolutionary guards (Pasdars). Although it was probable they had been ordered to tolerate our presence, the heavily-armed young men were often excitable and one never knew how things would turn out each time they burst into our bureau.
I try to never pre-judge what any assignment may offer in terms of successful images.
Your brain is the most important piece of equipment you have. The second-most important piece of equipment is often a step-ladder.
I respect many photographers, but hold in especially high regard those who are not always in the spotlight or sent to the top stories, but day in, day out produce really great pictures in unpromising situations.