It’s just that the first great street photographs were made by a certain group of people and they had several things in common.
By this you could argue that I may think street photography can only be done in Paris.
Not true, mon frere.
Many in the list of photographers I noted made photographs in many other countries.
Perhaps your own.
My favourite films are the worlds-colliding kind. “The Professional” by Altman is one of them.
We can see that in a street every day.
You just have to be patient. Perhaps street photography is the “golf” of photography? Perhaps. Worth pondering I think.
It’s there.
It’s everywhere.
It’s beautiful.
If you look hard enough you’ll see the couple who’ve been married for fifty years having a moment where you know they had a great fifty years and
not just feeding some narcissistic insecure need to “have someone.” You may also find a young dad showing his son or daughter a duck for the firsttime. Someone looking at a menu. A private moment between two lovers whether or not they are “involved” with others.
I love Doisneau’s photo of the couple – even though some say it was staged. I wasn’t there. Neither were you.
I love photographs that show an inherent compassion for another human.
Seeing the culture inherent where one lives.
I love that.
Whether it’s by going myself or just looking at a well-made photograph.
I want to be transported.