STILLS FIRST!

Jeeze. That’s a phrase you don’t hear any more. Chances are that most of you young shooters out there have never heard it. It seems to have been relegated to the old phrase file that contains such pithy sayings as “Copy! Where the Hell is that damned copy boy!” Or “Rip out the Front Page. We've got a breaking story.” I’m certain that there some old timers out there who could add to the list.

The clarion cry of “Stills First!” was commonly heard on big stories, when I broke into the trade in the ‘60’s. In the New York Metropolitan area, back then, there were far more newspapers than there were tv stations. In addition to my paper, Newsday, there were the NY Times, the NY Herald Tribune, the NY World Telegram and Sun, the NY Daily News, the NY Daily Mirror, the NY Post, the Brooklyn Eagle, The Staten Island Advance and the Long Island Press. As far as tv went, there were CBS, NBC, ABC, WPIX, WOR, and I forget what Channel 5 was, before they became Fox. That was before cable tv so that meant there could be 6 tv stations, and maybe a couple of newsreel movie outfits. Add to that the ten newspapers and AP and UP (later to become UPI) and a major story could become rather unwieldy.

If the story warranted it, it was not uncommon for some of the city papers to staff it with two or three photographers from each paper. The tv crews of the day were larger than they now are. They were using sound on film cameras and there would be a cameraman, soundman, lightman/electrician, reporter, and probably a field producer. Plus, in addition to a local crew, there might also be a network crew from each network. And, these guys were all hard wired together with cables which could make for an unbreachable blockade
TV shooters are oblivious to at least one still photographer (me) behind them, who is trying to get a clean shot of a demonstration at the county jail. ©Newsday Photo by Dick Kraus

.“Stills First!” The cry would rise when ever something happened. Like when the Chief of Detectives produced the ransom note from the Weinberger kidnapping. The still guys (there weren't many still gals in those days) would crowd out the tv shooters before they set up their tripods and sound boxes and cables and shouted “STILLS, Down in front!” And then the ten or twelve or more of us would elbow our way in close to the Chief to photograph him and get a close-up of the handwritten note. Only after we were done could the tv shooters do their thing.

 

This wasn't done out of any disrespect for the tv crews. It was a simple matter of expedience. We would have our shots done in a matter of minutes. On the other hand, they, with their cumbersome equipment, needed more set up time. Then their reporter would have to be included for the requisite sound byte. That would take time and then the next crew got their shot and on and on.

 


I am the still guy sandwiched between some of the may tv cameras copvering the First Lady campaigning for a local senatorial candidate in October .

Plus, it wasn't at all uncommon for our subjects to vanish after they got their 15 minutes of fame in front of the tv cameras. Once they had that exposure, many of them didn’t feel it necessary to spend any more time with the print media. Many felt that a few brief seconds on the nation's tv screens tonight were worth far more than the enduring photo that would appear in tomorrow's newspapers. So, “Stills First!” could often mean the difference between getting your shot or nothing.

Nowadays, I call out the old battle cry at large press conferences and such out of nostalgia. Not too many people know what I am talking about. But, the few dinosaurs will smile. There are a pitiful handful of newspapers left from that list of august publications that began this journal. Most have merged and re-merged and finally submerged out of existence. Now, whenever I cover a big story, more often than not, I am the only still shooter there. And, in addition to the tv crews that I listed earlier, you can add several more from cable news stations. And, while the crews aren't as large and they are using electronic cameras instead of film, they do make an imposing array when they are all set up on their sticks, with miles of mike cable snaking across the floor.

“Stills First!” I will call out. Most of them smile and say “Yeah, yeah.” But, they will usually let me get my shots first and I will try to keep out of their way and keep my flashes and motor drive noises to a minimum while they are rolling. We are, after all, brethren (and sisteren) under the skin. We are news pukes.
"Stills First!" Judging from the array of tv and radio mikes on the table at this press conference, nobody is likely to pay me much attention.

 

Dick Kraus
< newspix@optonline.net >
General Assignment Photographer
Newsday,
Long Island ,NY
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364 May 2000 A day in Brooklyn
360 April 18, 2000 A day in the Bronx
355 March 31, 2000 2 Months
352 March 8, 2000 The Good Old Days
350 February 24, 2000 Assignments
348 February 20, 2000 Free parking
342 January 19, 2000 Cold
339 December 21, 1999 Perspective
337 December 7, 1999 Pearl Harbor Rememberance
330 Is Photojournalism Dead? Dick Kraus Photojournalism is dead.
326 October 16, 1999 HIZZONOR
320 September 19, 1999 The Storm
316 September 12, 1999 What if?
308 August 7, 1999 Death Sentence
299 July 10, 1999 A Kinder Gentler World
291 June 11, 1999

What goes around comes around

290 June 10, 1999

It wasn't Just another Ribbon Cutting

286 May 31, 1999 Another Memorial Day
284 May 23, 1999 Tears
277 May 6, 1999 Refugees
269 April 22, 1999 TODAY THE CIRCUS CAME BACK TO TOWN
263 April 16, 1999 Finally!
260 April 4, 1999 Damn!!
259 March 30, 1999 A "Typical" Day?
254 March 20, 1999 Thank you, Lynn.
243 March 5, 1999 There Are Voices That I hear
237 February 26, 1999 The Assignment From Hell
232 February 23, 1999 Thank God for Seagulls
229 February 16, 1999 The Lake
228 February 15, 1999 "Stills First!"
225 February 13, 1999 I have just returned from one of the most intense experiences of my life.
207 January 28, 1999 Communication
202 January 15, 1999

LICENSE AND REGISTRATION, PLEASE!

201 January 14, 1999 WEATHER OR NOT
191 December 23, 1998 Who Has a Dirty Mind?
183 December 5, 1998 Work With What You've Got
168 October 30, 1998 Some Days Are Golden
161 October 20, 1998 I Have An Infinite Amount of Dislike for Political Flacks
159 October 18, 1998 It Still Hurts After All These Years
153 October 3, 1998 The One that Got Away
151 September 27, 1998 Going the Extra Mile
145 September 7, 1998 OH, MY ACHIN’ HEAD
135 August 21, 1998 The Grabber
129 August 5, 1998 GOING TO THE WALL.....AGAIN
126 July 30, 1998 After an hour it was getting just light enough to make out a couple of guys carrying tv cameras, walking down the road towards me. They were a French tv crew. I asked them how much further it was to the scene and they told me that I wasn't even a third of the way there and I still hadn't reached the hills yet.
115 July 18, 1998 The Day the Rabbit Died
92 June 13, 1998 PHOTOJOURNALIST OR NOT??
77 May 25, 1998 Another Memorial Day
76 May 23, 1998 Don't Show Them Shit
66 April 23, 1998 Nothin’ Special
58 April 10, 1998 All of the Usual Rules Apply
39 March 18, 1998 You Just Never Know
29 February 25, 1998 Small Paper / Large Paper?
16 February 12, 1998 How Special Can You Get?
11 February 2, 1998 Sometimes You Get Lucky
6 January 26, 1998 Head Shots and Real Estate
 
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