No, Rob, I haven't agreed with you. We said two entirely different things and you seem to feel we said the sme things.
No, I donít think we are saying different things at all, and I still feel rather pissed at your earlier personal comment, which I find quite unjustified.
Anyway, I suppose you are entiltled to feel whatever you wish to feel, so there you go Ė all the flaws of democracy at work.
But you did get me thinking and wondering about where Iíd place great photographers in the general scheme of the business. This is a brief listing of how they strike me, and who they are.
Sam Haskins: highly-honed technique, natural artist. Style-setter. See Five Girls, Cowboy Kate & Other Stories.
David Hamilton: uncomplicated, honestly beautiful technique if suspect genre, natural artist. Where Iíd love to be today, if with older models. See Dreams of Young Girls
Frank Horvat: photographic polymath; capable of excellent reportage and, surprisingly for that, many facets of fashion.
Sarah Moon: one of the original thinkers of her era; much copied for her early style, but never matched for her delivery of it. My favourite Pirelli. An artist.
Hans Feurer: instantly recognizable style delivered faultlessly, much as youíd expect from a designer/photographer. Also much copied, as are many other artists too, for better or for worse.
Jean Loup Sieff: really to grasp his spžrit demands one read his last, eponymously titled life-book, published by Taschen just after his death. Man, art, words, elfin and quicksilver yet infinitlely sad spirit, come together better within than anywhere else Iíve yet discovered.
The list could be much longer, but both instant recall and time are short. If you choose to explore any of them on the Web, itíll tell you more than I can.