With Martin Parrâs recent passing, articles have resurfaced, including on a single vote getting him in Magnum. See how angry/joking photographers can get.
âThe other person to avoid was Martin Parr. As he put it, he was photographing a Magnum Annual Party for the first and last time â using a flash with a thing like a Styrofoam coffee cup on the end of it. My penile extension, he explained hopefully (but unsuccessfully) to any lady who passed by.
I mean if Magnum had to hire someone to do the party pictures, did it have to be Martin? Heâs clearly not as successful as we all thought, if he needs to do birthday parties, Bar Mitzvahs and weddings. I sincerely hope the Magnum blogsite goes down before he has a chance to post. I mean, if Magnum wanted to hire a party photographer, why couldnât they have selected a nice âconcerned photographerâ like Philip Jones Griffiths or Ian Berry to do them â photographers who photograph you with dignity and humanism and make you look good â instead of the appallingly âcynicalâ and âironicâ Parr? Garry Winogrand and Diane Arbus did enough pictures at the MoMA of people looking demented without Parr adding to them.â