Photography and Security in Vancouver
Ever been hassled by the man while taking a photo? I have. A lot. Its usually by shopkeepers when I'm standing outside their store taking a shot of the reflection in their windows, but they're easy to laugh off. The rent-a-cops are a bit more persistent. Most of the time they just don't understand why you'd want to be down in around some abandoned factories; Junkie? Graffiti? And its always the way they ask. "Can I help you?". No thanks, I'm fine. "Can I ask what you are doing?" Yes, go ahead. Or, I think you just did. They spend all day bored out of their minds waiting for something to happen; the exercise of authority, authority for authority's sake. Not necessarily for show, but because a lack of understanding, or a willing refusal to ask themselves why we find our leisure in the rusted frigate's of some war which was never fought. It is more of an insult to their leisure preferences; sports, sports cars, shopping, home reno, and plasma TV.
Perhaps this is just the reality of life in a post 9/11 world, as ironic as it seems when you imagine what must be coming in through the port. So that now one can no longer stroll the docks marveling at the brined, barnacle encrusted crates as salt water, sea food, and creosote coalesce in the air. So that now, Douglas Coupland's essay in City of Glass on prowling the port seems so far fetched. They've blocked off all entry points, including one of the best secrets in the city, the North Nanaimo foot bridge. Even the celebrated Cannery Restaurant has to pack up and move (because terrorists eat sea food).
After being in Montreal and Toronto earlier this year, I noticed that we have a much stricter sense of propriety here in la la land. We covet our space, and that applies to personal space too. We have so much of it. We've carved our spheres into lonely black orbs. Thats how the Vancouver School of photography developed, by taking a step back, relishing the difficult beauty; the calculate distance (CBC Radio 3 has a great lecture on the Vancouver School).
Of course, prohibiting photographers is nothing new, as the website Strictly No Photography can attest to. But in the digital age, it seems that now we are afraid of our own proliferation of technology. The accessibility of the medium, much like when Kodak introduced the Brownie, is changing the photographic record. Suddenly everybody could be a possible spy gathering reconnaissance, or at the very least be a witness to the overarching powers of surveillance society, a society saturated in virtual eyes, paranoid by our own devices.
I know a few of you have some stories to share, so please do so (I'm looking at you Mr. O'Brien).
Also see Photographer's Rights for more.









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Amusing, I've never had any problems with taking photos of people. Infact, I take photos of police officers and undercovers quite regularly and while I've had them stare at me for doing so they've never told me to stop.
-shrug- I guess it depends what you look like ..