When I started college 35 years ago this week, I had been 18 years old for less than a month. At the time, I had two years of daily newspaper craft and a trip to London under my belt. That made me a tenderfoot with a thin vein of grizzled photojournalist running through me. This gave me some needed confidence and an above average ability to separate fact from fiction.
On the first day of photography school, I stuck out like a sore thumb. My attire of brand new jeans and an oxford cloth shirt seemed counterculture to me since I was coming from a Catholic school background. To my classmates, who dressed like anarchists, I was seen as an establishment square. It went downhill from there.
Long story short, photography school didn’t stick for me. As we used to say, it wasn’t a love connection. I was on one path and they were on another. A year after starting, I quit and moved across the street to the journalism school.
I did learn one art school phrase that I still use today. It’s called “juxtaposition of elements” and I’m pretty good at deploying for lots of situations. Mostly when I’m trying to be funny or ironic.
Sometimes when I look at certain portraits that I’ve created I can’t help using it with a straight face.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer specializing in creating environmental on-location portraits and corporate photo libraries for blue chip companies.