My father, an architectural photographer, was an incurable tinkerer, maker and mender.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father was a photographer at the National Bureau of Standards. A self-educated man, he never finished high school, but in his career at the National Bureau of Standards, he made many useful inventions and eventually became chief of the Photographic Technology Section.
I began photographing in 1946. Before that, I was a painter and drawer, with my mother and father's support. They were a bit pissed when I went into photography. They thought photographers were guys who took pictures at weddings.
My mother was a fashion designer, and my father was a model.
My father was a professional artist all his life who encouraged my path as an artist.
My dad designed houses and was an architect for many years.
My dad was actually against me being a photographer. He thought it was a dead-end job and that you end up doing baby pictures and weddings.
My father was a tailor, my mother a machinist.
My dad was a third-generation printer and linotype operator, by all accounts a fabulous ballroom dancer. He was jettisoned from the family before I was 2, and I have never met him and have no memory of him.
My dad was an interior design and furniture person. I started working with him for four years before my first TV writing break.
My father did advertising photography.