tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786249.post8655245425304268973..comments2008-04-22T07:15:33.531+01:00Richnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786249.post-28070781785660524892008-04-22T05:38:00.000+01:002008-04-22T05:38:00.000+01:00The idol is the measure of the worshiper.<BR/>James Russell Lowell<BR/>1819-1891, American Poet, Critic, Editor<BR/><BR/>Again I'm going to use the fact I'm not a photographer of any consequence so don't really have a Photo-Icon. I have lots that I admire and if I was a shooter I'd emulate but the list is to long and varied and would take me too long to think about my response.<BR/><BR/>But I do know....<BR/>Some days I'd rather be anyone but me. The other days there is no one I'd rather be than me.<BR/><BR/>D.L. WoodD.L. Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222678673078458619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786249.post-50444632720247516812008-04-21T07:16:00.000+01:002008-04-21T07:16:00.000+01:00In terms of photography, I'd have to say I just want to be a better and better version of myself -- constantly changing and improving.<BR/><BR/>But, if I had to be someone else, it might be Helmut Newton in his best years, or Ellen Von Unwerth. Just the photographer parts, not any weird baggage. There are others, of course, like Richard Avedon and possibly Annie Leibovitz.<BR/><BR/>I really admire photographers and other artists who show little fear in the face of criticism, while maintaining a healthy concern for success. Yes, those with balls.<BR/><BR/>[ Ed smiles, proudly displays his middle finger, and wishes everyone would do the same! ]<BR/><BR/>Great. Does this mean I fancy myself a Johnny Rotten? No, maybe just a Johnny Cash.Edhttp://www.veroskyphoto.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786249.post-16012303588942314142008-04-20T14:50:00.000+01:002008-04-20T14:50:00.000+01:00What a fascinating post. I am completely into icons. My theory is that they are ordinary people who do extraordinary things. And sometimes really stupid and rotten things, too, but I never care because they are my icons and therefore rule exempt. <BR/><BR/>I like rock stars. Mick Jagger and Tina Turner make me scream, really they do, they are so electrifying. I revere the icons of the 1950s: Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, and Marlon Brando. <BR/><BR/>Aside from iconic stars, there's my dad. He died in 1996, but he was the most amazing person I ever knew really well, a little guy (whose clothes I can actually wear) whose power to influence took gigantic proportions.<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Lin, for a great topic and the chance to reflect.unbearable lightnesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16146661740927787207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30786249.post-82820073295169836952008-04-20T12:47:00.000+01:002008-04-20T12:47:00.000+01:00I wondered about the New Nude magazine. It had some wonderful photography while it lasted, but as you say, Photo Icon is a waste of time.<BR/><BR/>Peter BAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com