I believe I’ve got a new photographic hero.
I travel very light. I don’t pack half of the house and the kitchen sink when I go somewhere – even if it’s to live in Buenos Aires for awhille.
Most people that I’ve met don’t understand my desire to travel so light and live so simply. My lifestyle is so far removed from the experiences of many people that they think I’m crazy. That’s OK, that’s their problem, not mine.
In today’s email someone sent me a link to a photographer that I had slightly heard of, but had never taken the time to check out his work or his life.
The article was about 10 things that the work of Josef Koudelka had taught him about street photography. All of the points were good, but point #9 stood out.
I’m copying most of the article here so you can see that it’s not just me making it up.
Josef Koudelka was born in 1938 in Boskovice , Moravia . I
He began in photography by taking shots of his family and the neighborhood surroundings with an old 6×6 Bakelite Camera. Earning a degree in Engineering in 1961, he staged his first exhibition later the same year.
He always stayed humble about his work regardless of the reviews that he got from publishers across the globe.
One sign of his humility was his willingness to live simply.
For much of his life, Koudelka lived his life like a nomad. He spent many nights sleeping outside or even on the cold, hard floors of the Magnum offices.
Asked one time in an interview why he decided to live simply, he explained the freedom one experiences when making a choice to live simply. He said:
“I’ve never aspired to have the perfect home, to be tied to something like that. When I bought my home, my main requirement was that I could work here. I live in Paris – this is just another part of my traveling life. I don’t need to fill houses with clothes. I have two shirts that last for three years. I sleep in them. I keep my passport in the top pocket and some money in the other. I wash them in one go and they dry quickly, it’s very simple. *I only carry things that are needed – my cameras, film and a spare pair of glasses.”
Even when he was photographing his projects, he chose to live in poverty to focus on his own work:
“For 17 years I never paid any rent [laughs]. Even the Gypsies were sorry for me because they thought I was poorer than them. At night they were in their caravans and I was the guy who was sleeping outside beneath the sky.”
What can you learn from this?
I know a lot of photographers who don’t have enough time to photograph. This is often because they consume too much of their time working.
Of course we all need to make a living, but there is a certain point in which we spend more time working than we need to.
For example, if you are leaving the office, don’t check your work emails or bring work home (if you have the option). Rather, spend that time out shooting, going home and reading some photo books, or meeting up with fellow street photographers.
I know that at my old job, I would end up spending more time in the office and working so I could be more productive. I thought with that extra productivity, I would get a promotion and a raise, and end up making more money to be “happier” in life (by buying more material things like a nice car, nice clothes, a big house, etc).
But at the end of the day, I think we should just work the minimum to meet our basic needs (simple clothes, a simple place to live, and a simple way of living). Then we can spend the rest of the time pursuing what our true passion is: photography.
Jerry Nelson is a freelance photojournalist. Living and working in South America, he is available for photo shoots and assignments anywhere. Contact him today.
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- Josef Koudelka’s Gypsies, Revisited (criticallymusing.wordpress.com)
- Josef Koudelka – Exiles (criticallymusing.wordpress.com)
- Josef Koudelka, Lebanon, Beirut. Bechara el Khoury avenue. 1991. (criticallymusing.wordpress.com)