Friday, October 04, 2013

Snap, Click, Picture Imperfect

Are you tempted to take pictures of everyone and anyone at conferences? Better think again.

There has never been a time when I haven't been delighted to be included in a picture at Bouchercon or Malice Domestic or at other writers' conference. However, unless friends or acquaintances know they will soon be on-line I usually ask if it is okay to post their picture.

I never take a candid group shot of absolute strangers, say in the bar, to capture the flavor of the conference for my Facebook page. That woman he's "getting to know" just a little better might not be his wife or girl friend.

For that matter, think about a writer who is thinking about switching agents. Well, sort of thinking. Exploring actually. Entertaining the thought? Something! So he's having a drink with another agent. He sure doesn't want to have their faces "tagged" together on Facebook where he is "friended" by his current agent. The same goes for not so private meetings with editors. A lot of business is done in the bar.

Candid is what will get you trouble. Snapping pictures of panelists is always fair game. In fact, they will always appreciate a little extra exposure. I take pictures of attendees at awards events or ceremonies, but I usually give my subject's pose some thought.

Even at high profile events when folks are dressed to kill, no one wants to be captured during awkward moments or with a strange facial expression.

Always, always, remember Facebook has facial recognition capacity. If you don't know the name of the person you're focusing on, Facebook will.

Use your camera to win friends, not make enemies.

4 comments:

Rick Blechta said...

Yes, but what happens after a candid photo gets out can form the basis of the plot for a pretty good crime novel!

;)

Irene Bennett Brown said...

Speaking of pictures, Charlotte, that's a mighty cute one of you on the cover of the October issue of Roundup Magazine, dancing! Looks like the Vegas convention of Western Writers of America had its moments of fun.

Charlotte Hinger said...

Rick--with my luck, it would be a murder. My own.

Charlotte Hinger said...

Irene--it's impossible now to have moments at WWA. Can't remember what tune we were shucking and jiving too.

My favorite was Kirk Ellis literally rolling on the floor with laughter when Johnny Boggs sang Rutabaga.