A Shot That Got Me a Police Beating: The Tense Atmosphere in La Paz
It was 1993 when I took the shot that would land me in trouble with the authorities – a photograph of people queuing up to file claims with their papers in hand, all while surrounded by an air of tension and apprehension. This picture was taken during a tumultuous time in Bolivia, where Gonzalo Sánchez de Lozada's presidency had just begun, and rumors were circulating about unregistered land being seized.
The atmosphere at the time was palpable – there were soldiers and police everywhere, casting a watchful eye on the crowd. I knew I couldn't be discreet with my camera; it was loud and obtrusive, and people would often glance right at me as they went about their day. The image itself is one of ambiguity, with figures in a chain-like formation leading up to an open doorway guarded by a soldier.
What struck me most when I took this picture was the sense of unease that permeated every aspect of life in La Paz. These people were not just queueing for a document; they were doing so under duress, their claims hanging precariously in the balance. The image is a reflection of that tension – it's not a happy occasion or a celebratory moment; rather, it's a snapshot of a world on edge.
The aftermath was swift and brutal. I was approached by plainclothes police who bundled me into a car and took me to the local station for questioning. They wanted to know what I was doing there and why I was taking pictures – not an unusual inquiry, perhaps, but one that would land me in hot water nonetheless.
It turned out that my camera was seen as a threat, a potential tool for gathering information or spreading dissent. The police officers were unforgiving, and their response to my presence was swift and violent. I managed to fob them off with some unexposed film rolls, but the warning was clear: I would be watched and followed.
Looking back on that experience has taught me a valuable lesson – the power of photography lies not in its ability to tell a story or convey a message, but in its capacity to evoke questions. This image is part of my "Still Films" series, which explores the interplay between cinema and photography. It's an exercise in subtlety, one that seeks to capture the essence of a moment without spelling it out.
As I reflect on this picture, I'm reminded of the importance of approaching subjects with humility and curiosity – not as an outsider seeking to impose my own narrative, but rather as someone who is willing to listen and observe. That's the key to creating photographs that transcend the frame, ones that linger long after the image itself has faded from view.
It was 1993 when I took the shot that would land me in trouble with the authorities – a photograph of people queuing up to file claims with their papers in hand, all while surrounded by an air of tension and apprehension. This picture was taken during a tumultuous time in Bolivia, where Gonzalo Sánchez de Lozada's presidency had just begun, and rumors were circulating about unregistered land being seized.
The atmosphere at the time was palpable – there were soldiers and police everywhere, casting a watchful eye on the crowd. I knew I couldn't be discreet with my camera; it was loud and obtrusive, and people would often glance right at me as they went about their day. The image itself is one of ambiguity, with figures in a chain-like formation leading up to an open doorway guarded by a soldier.
What struck me most when I took this picture was the sense of unease that permeated every aspect of life in La Paz. These people were not just queueing for a document; they were doing so under duress, their claims hanging precariously in the balance. The image is a reflection of that tension – it's not a happy occasion or a celebratory moment; rather, it's a snapshot of a world on edge.
The aftermath was swift and brutal. I was approached by plainclothes police who bundled me into a car and took me to the local station for questioning. They wanted to know what I was doing there and why I was taking pictures – not an unusual inquiry, perhaps, but one that would land me in hot water nonetheless.
It turned out that my camera was seen as a threat, a potential tool for gathering information or spreading dissent. The police officers were unforgiving, and their response to my presence was swift and violent. I managed to fob them off with some unexposed film rolls, but the warning was clear: I would be watched and followed.
Looking back on that experience has taught me a valuable lesson – the power of photography lies not in its ability to tell a story or convey a message, but in its capacity to evoke questions. This image is part of my "Still Films" series, which explores the interplay between cinema and photography. It's an exercise in subtlety, one that seeks to capture the essence of a moment without spelling it out.
As I reflect on this picture, I'm reminded of the importance of approaching subjects with humility and curiosity – not as an outsider seeking to impose my own narrative, but rather as someone who is willing to listen and observe. That's the key to creating photographs that transcend the frame, ones that linger long after the image itself has faded from view.