Quotes About Photographer

The photographer, even in fashion and portraiture, has to have a standpoint. It's important to know what you stand for, no? Most people just take pictures, but they stand for nothing. They follow trends and don't know why.

My first big job was an Abercrombie &Fitch campaign. But my mom wouldn't let me skip school for it, so I missed half of the shoot. When we got there, we realized Bruce Weber was the photographer; we knew we had made a mistake!

The Narrator of 'A Sport and a Pastime' is an American photographer living in a borrowed house in what he calls 'the real France,' Autun, a small town where he hopes to take some career-changing photographs in the spirit of Atget.

You know zat another term for an iconographer would be 'photographer'? From the old word 'photus' in Latation, vhich means—" "'To prance around like an idiot ordering everyone about as if you owned the place,'" said William. "Ah, you know it!

Er, why do you need to work in a dark room, though? he said. The imps don't need it, do they? Ah, zis is for my experiment, said Otto proudly. You know zat another term for an iconographer would be 'photographer'? From the old word photos in Latation, vhich means - 'To prance around like a pillock ordering everyone about as if you owned the place', said William. Ah, you know it!

The horrible thing is, as a model, it wasn't that unusual to be in a weird situation where a photographer or someone feels they have a right to your body.

Accompanied by an Australian photographer named Nigel Brennan, I'd gone to Somalia to work as a freelance journalist, on a trip that was meant to last only ten days.

Digital art software has empowered both the painterly side of photographers, and the photographer side of painters.

Water flying, a mocking rainbow of God's Promise in the spray, sparkling banner over the work of His blind hammer. No holes in this man-child that Starling could see. On the speakers "Macarena" pounding, a strobe light going off and off and off until Hare dragged the photographer away.

I've worked with the Los Angeles Zoo for 45 years, and we have this magnificent photographer, Tad Motoyama. He takes these wonderful, wonderful animal pictures. All through the years he's given me copies of these pictures. Well, I have all these gorgeous ones, so I said, 'Tad, I want to do a book with your picture on one side.'

Yves Saint Laurent was my first fashion show. I wore his tuxedo. And Helmut Newton was my first photographer, in 1973. I was really very lucky. I had an amazing career.

When you respect somebody who has talent, whether it's a designer or a photographer, then you don't want to let yourself down - but you also really don't want to let them down.

I was working in a family business-the fur business - and I hated it. I was reading the New York Times want ads, and I saw a photographer's assistant job in Vogue. Things went from there.

I hope to stay unemployed as a war photographer till the end of my life.

The desire of any war photographer is to be put out of business.

I've had self-esteem issues for a really, really long time. Plenty of people think I'm ugly, and plenty of people don't. But there's a moment when I'm modeling where I forget about my self-esteem issues and focus on what the photographer's telling me - and I feel pretty. And in that sense, it's selfish.

I sell my first book to Random House, a memoir of my years as a war photographer, for twice my NBC salary.

Luck is the attentive photographer's best teacher.

My uncle was a photographer for 'The Irish Times.'

I worked with a great photographer called Rafael Pavarotti a while ago and he's got some amazing playlists on Spotify.

I got five kids, and my oldest is a documentary film maker and camera man, and still photographer.

I noticed, for instance, that dreams under the midnight sun tended to be highly coloured, and this my friend the photographer confirmed.

My first big job was an Abercrombie &ampFitch campaign. But my mom wouldn't let me skip school for it, so I missed half of the shoot. When we got there, we realized Bruce Weber was the photographer we knew we had made a mistake!

The photographer was lost for riposte, obvious though it should have been; instead he turned to run. At least his mind did. In fact, his mind had already scooted down the Broad Walk and was clambering over the railings at the end, whereas his body had remained rooted to the spot. With some effort he looked down at his feet as if to reprimand them. They refused to take notice.