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2024 06 17

Life Update: it’s finally happened. I’ve become the bitter old-guy photographer I always used to cringe at.

I had an idea while running downtown the other day: become wildly rich and get a condo in the newly renovated Tribune Tower. Not needing to worry about money any longer, I could continue posting to this blog daily while spending my nights downstairs at Billy Goat Tavern cosplaying as a poor person with influence. Like an old newspaperman. Someone people pay attention to. Maybe I’ll even pick up a cigar habbit.

Major corporations are now ashamed of appearing rich so attempt to hide it to not to infuriate the unequal masses. The flagship Apple Store on Michigan Avenue is both wildly expensive, constructed of load-bearing glass walls, yet nearly invisible to any passerby not looking for it. Part of their aesthetic is to be so minimal you forget they have access to quite literally everything you do or think.

Perhaps they are learning from history. Sears built the world’s largest skyscraper on the other side of town, modern and dominant, at the height of their success, and then immediately began to fail, in small part because it changed people’s perspective of the store. They previously thought Sears was local and based somewhere near them, not off in some fancy Chicago tower. Apple’s headquarters is a lowrise structure hiding out in one of California’s wealthiest suburbs.

I’ve always been ashamed of having money and owning a house largely because I know most of my fellow photographer colleagues don’t. It’s a struggle out here and I’ve been fortunate, while also busting by ass and neglecting most normal-people life decisions in the process to get where I am. These days, I too am reverting to the mean. Bigger jobs are happening far less frequently and smaller jobs are paying increasingly less money. My editorial portrait cover shoot this week will pay me roughly what my monthly health insurance premium payment equals.

Recently, I learned that one established photographer I know, who shoots top tier commercial campaigns, works twenty hours a week at Starbucks simply so he can get health insurance, thus saving him hundreds of thousands of dollars, but of course taking away much of his time and making him exhausted in the process. These tradeoffs are becoming increasingly necessary and I’m finding myself seeing the logic in landing a similar job for similar reasons, just because it makes sense compared to what I’m doing now.

The really young photographers have no idea photography used to be a career! One that they could make a livable wage doing. Now it’s more of a hobby that might occasionally pay a couple hundred bucks. Still, I consider myself fortunate for making a go of it during a window of time where it was possible to do so. Hopefully, things pick back up again and I look back at this post next year and laugh. You gotta stay positive.

Anytime I tell a stranger I’m a photographer they say: oh like events and weddings? I always used to be offended by this but I probably should’ve taken it more as a warning sign. The idea that people could be paid well to make photos of anything beyond documenting a live event now seems increasingly crazy. Even Adobe is trying to cut us out (“skip the photo shoot!”), likely as payback for everyone stealing their software for years.

Lately photography feels like that sport where two people slap each other as hard as they can. People love that sport! You gotta stay positive.

Over the weekend, we were enjoying brunch at the bar and I was hypothetically discussing what job I could get with no college degree or experience in any line of work. Out of nowhere, another local photographer popped into frame from behind the bar to say hello! “Bartending is steady work, consistent money, and it doesn’t pay net thirty, net sixty, net six months,” he joked in that dead-inside way all of us professional photographers understand at a gut level.

Anyway, back to thinking about how I can become wildly wealthy and move into Tribune Towner. You gotta stay positive!

-Clayton

Life Update: it’s finally happened. I’ve become the bitter old-guy photographer I always used to cringe at.

Major corporations are now ashamed of appearing rich, so attempt to hide it to not to infuriate the unequal masses (us). The flagship Apple Store on Michigan Avenue is both wildly expensive, constructed of load-bearing glass walls, yet nearly invisible to any passerby not looking for it. Part of their aesthetic is to be so minimal you forget they have access to quite literally everything you do or think.

Perhaps they are learning from history. Sears built the world’s largest skyscraper on the other side of town, dominant and imposing, at the height of their success, and then immediately began to fail, in small part because it changed people’s perspective of the store. Customers previously thought Sears was local and based somewhere near them, not off in some fancy Chicago tower. Apple’s headquarters, meanwhile, is a lowrise fortified structure hiding out in one of California’s wealthiest suburbs — out of sight.

I’ve always been ashamed of having money and owning a house largely because I know most of my fellow photographer colleagues don’t. It’s a struggle out here and I’ve been fortunate (while also busting by ass and neglecting most normal-people life decisions in the process to get where I am). These days, I too am reverting to the mean. Bigger jobs are happening far less frequently and smaller jobs are paying increasingly less money. My editorial portrait cover shoot this week will pay me roughly what my monthly health insurance premium payment equals.

Recently, I learned that one established photographer I know, who shoots top tier commercial ad campaigns, also works twenty hours a week at Starbucks simply so he can get health insurance, thus saving him thousands of dollars, but of course taking away much of his time and making him exhausted in the process. At least he has ample access to coffee? These tradeoffs are becoming increasingly necessary and I’m finding myself seeing the logic in landing a similar job for similar reasons, just because it makes sense compared to what I’m doing now.

The really young photographers have no idea photography used to be a career! One that they could’ve made a livable wage doing. Now it’s more of a hobby that might occasionally pay a couple hundred bucks. Still, I consider myself fortunate for making a go of it during a window of time where it was possible to do so. Hopefully, things pick back up again and I look back at this post next year and laugh. You gotta stay positive.

Nearly every time I tell a stranger I’m a photographer, they say: oh like events and weddings? I always used to be offended by this but I probably should’ve taken it more as a warning sign. The idea that people could be paid well to make photos of anything beyond documenting a live event now seems increasingly crazy. Even Adobe is trying to cut us out (“skip the photo shoot!”), likely as payback for every photographer stealing their software for years.

Lately, photography feels like that sport where two people slap each other as hard as they can. People love that sport! You gotta stay positive.

Over the weekend, we were enjoying brunch at the bar and I was hypothetically discussing what job I could get with no college degree or experience in any line of work. Suddenly — out of nowhere — another local photographer popped into frame from behind the bar to say hello! “Bartending is steady work, consistent money, and it doesn’t pay net thirty, net sixty, net six months,” he joked in that dead-inside way all of us professional photographers understand at a gut level.

Anyway, back to thinking about how I can become wildly wealthy and move into my fancy Tribune Towner condo, looking down on the world. You gotta stay positive!

-Clayton

2024 06 17

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