Street Photography for the Purist

It’s contrived.
Life is not contrived.
Unless one is on a Hollywood film set.
Or banging an actress.
Then you’re just fucked.
Because they’re always acting. And you just never know.
Yeah, I know ... you’re feeling, “He already wrote ‘An Ode to the Leica M’ get the fuck over yourself.”
Some of you know where this is going.
One must not stand out.
One must blend.
One must manifest with all their being and psyche ... being ghostly.
Blending in by being right out in the open.
You’d be better off studying the art of shadowing and surveillance than photography to be a successful street photographer.
If you’ve gone through the trouble of blending in with “the locals” of wherever you are, you know what I mean. You see this moment developing
between a mother and child or a group of teens up to no good or an old man perhaps reflecting on his life near a church where he may have married
the woman who “made his life” but now is gone ...
And ...
You put a giant camera to your eye ....
You’re noticed.
Your moment is fucked.