Arthur H. Fellig, aka Weegee’.
It has been said for many years that the photojournalists’ creed is “f 8 and
be there!” Interestingly, nobody knows who first uttered those words and
applied them to journalism, but they remain pertinent, even today in the
instant digital age.
Since everyone and their dog has a smart phone these days, the chances of
missing that earth shattering photo because you can’t find the correct f
stop, are very much less than before, so the “f 8” side of things is covered
by Mr. Android in the phone.
The “be there” side of photojournalism is also covered by the smart phone,
as everyone has their phone with them, as opposed to the camera, which is
often left at home.
The job of a photojournalist is to get back to the editor with a usable
photograph of some event, be that a fire, a debutante ball or the South
African Chamber of Commerce networking night, but any photograph is better
than nothing at all.
The photojournalist’s creed of f8 and be there may have come from Arthur H.
Fellig, known as ‘Weegee’. Born in Poland in 1899, he came to America in
1909. “I saw an ad in a mail order catalogue which I sent away for: a
tintype camera, and I decided to go into photography.” Even that statement
was typical of this man. He didn’t wait to see if he was going to be any
good - he was a “doer” and just waded right in and “did it”. You can warm to
people with that much self-confidence.
He worked for a few studios and then got a job in the darkroom at Acme
Newspapers. Life in the newspaper business is always exciting and frantic.
Arthur H. Fellig reveled in that excitement. He had found his niche. He was
only 21 years old but he decided he was going to be a freelance news
He soon became known as the first on the scene of any newsworthy happening,
be that fire, murder, suicide or landslide. He was so uncannily aware of
what was happening that people began to feel he had some kind of psychic
powers of prediction. At that time, America was also in the middle of a
Ouija Board fad and from this Fellig was to adopt his nickname “Weegee”.
Of course Weegee was not psychic, but just used to sleep fully clothed, with
a police radio on his pillow. In the boot of his car was his “office”,
complete with typewriter to knock out the words, spare film and lots of
flash bulbs. Weegee would arrive, record the shot, type the words and have
everything on the editor’s desk within the hour. It was no wonder that
Weegee was so popular with the news media of the day. (He would be even more
By 1935, Life magazine was doing features on Weegee and his work. There was
no doubt about the fact that he had the photographic “eye”, but for Weegee,
the subject was the all important part of the photograph. And the subject he
dealt with was done incredibly directly. Weegee was not one to be horrified
by the sights before him, such as gangland killings. He took the shot that
kept that horror for the eyes of the newspaper readers the next day.
(Interestingly, that direct, confrontational photographic style is still
used in the Thai language papers today - check any front pages for graphic
images.) Another quote from this amazing man, “I like to get different shots
and don’t like to make the same shots the other dopes do.” When asked what
his formula was he replied, “I just laugh. I have no formula, I’m just
myself, take me or leave me. I don’t put on an act. I don’t try to make a
good or bad impression. I’m just Weegee.”
Weegee will be remembered for his record of the seamier side of New York
life. This was put into book form, called the Naked City and was published
in 1945. Unfortunately, the wide public recognition that came from this book
ended the directly grotesque nature of his images and Weegee went to
Hollywood where tinsel-town swallowed him up. He died in 1969..