When I travel, I am drawn to the poor areas, those people on the fringe, the disenfranchised. And beautiful women. A weird contrast, I know, but there has never been an agenda. I just go where my feet lead me and to what attracts me.
I do shoot the underprivileged a lot and I find myself questioning this periodically.
Am I exploiting my subjects? Probably.
Am I living some ethnographic fantasy by traveling to foreign locales? Probably.
A very important reason is also that I find that rich people in general are standoffish, elusive. It is a challenge to get inside their sequestered and gated worlds.
And they can be some major boring shit. Rich people drinking and dining and living is a tapestry of proper flatware, white linen table cloths, apéritifs, waiting for the parking valet.
Who would want to shoot that shit? Maybe I have a blind spot and do not have the balls or imagination to make such a setting work, to find those singular images in such a setting. But why bother?
Most every slum or favela I have been in, I get invited for tea, a beer, a joint, dinner. Please sit, my friend. You are most welcome. Tell us your story, my friend.
The rich give you nothing. Ever.
Everywhere I have been, the people with the least always offer me the most.
And I will always seek out their company.