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.
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I was brought up on art. My father thought I had a great hand at art and sent me to art school. But he did not want me to become a photographer.
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.
Actually, when I first started dabbling in photography, I was still working for my parents as a salesman.
My mom was a photographer and whenever they needed a baby for a modelling job, she'd stick me in front of the camera. That's how it started.
I didn't decide to be a photographer; I just happened to fall into it.
I realized I didn't want to be a photographer. I gave it up, but I still worked that job in the restaurant and I found myself constantly hanging out in the kitchen.
Truthfully, I don't really think of myself as a photographer. I don't have all the disciplines and knowledge of a person who's spent their life devoted to photography.
It's weird being a photographer because you really have to divorce yourself from the image.
Growing up, I didn't give my grandfather's photography a second thought. I wasn't involved in his work, except that I helped my dad print his negatives.
I guess I knew my dad was into photography, so a part of me was interested in picking it up to understand him a little better.
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