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Clay Benskin

 

Don’t Call Clay Benskin a Street Photographer

Clay Benskin weaves his way through the crowded sidewalks of Lower Manhattan, apparently invisible to the people streaming past him. He is not a small man. Yet even as his camera gets to within inches of someone’s face, the person doesn’t flinch.

“People will stand in front of me and not pay me any mind,” Mr. Benskin said. “I guess I have no presence.”

His photographs, on the other hand, do. Since taking up photography a little more than three years ago — almost on a dare to himself — Mr. Benskin has proven to be adept at street photography, a genre he insists he had to look up online. His images are noirish scenes of city life, from people emerging from clouds of steam, wacky T-shirts in the middle of a crowd or reflections in the morning light.

Not that he considers himself to be a street photographer, even if he graduated from a smartphone to a high-quality compact camera. He’s been known to abruptly stop posting images on social media, only to return weeks later. He insists he does not care to exhibit, since it would be too much work.

“To me, it’s just a hobby,” he insists. “I just take pictures. I like doing it for the hunt. How close can I get to somebody before they see me.”

 

Clay Benskin - street kiss with pity

Street kiss with pity

Happiness Is A Warm Gun - The Beatles

 

Clay Benskin - street kiss with pity

Try a little tenderness

Otis Redding - Try A Little Tenderness

 

 

Dietmar Eckell

Lost track

C'est la même route qui monte et qui descend (Héraclite)
The Long And Winding Road - The Beatles

 

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