Rebirth of top photographers

Chapter 249: Betrayal of Art

"Mr. Eriksson!"

"Here's the entire award show process."

"Mr. Erikson, I have your email!"

Tokyo, New National Theater.

Lalis Erickson was backstage confirming the rehearsal matters for the awards ceremony with the staff, and the assistant on the side kept reminding him of various matters.

"Okay, okay, don't rush!" Mr. Erickson asked his assistant to wait, and then finalized the details of the award ceremony as quickly as possible.

"Emil, how are you doing?" The host on the side was trying on his own clothes. Unlike last year, Gesai had a different host this year.

"Very well, Mr. Chairman."

"There's no rush, there are still a few days, take your time." Mr. Ericson said there was no rush, but his pace never slowed down at all.

After everything was taken care of, he finally walked towards his assistant and said, "What's wrong?"

The assistant whispered: "There is an email from the organizing committee."

Mr. Ericson frowned, then picked up the mobile phone handed over by his assistant and read the content of the email carefully, but this only made his frown get heavier and heavier.
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In the annual photo album selection panel, photographer Ryan from Sweden met John again. His beard was still thick and the white shirt on his body was getting wider.

"Hey! Old man, long time no see!" Ryan and John hugged, then sat on the sofa and said, "James is actually in the hospital."

John curled his lips and said, "Yeah, who told him to go to South America to photograph wild horses, but he was kicked by the little guy and sent to the hospital."

"Hahahaha, if he comes to participate in the qualifying competition, I will definitely laugh at him severely." Ryan had no sympathy. James usually boasted about his strong body, but now he broke his bone after being kicked by a horse.

So much so that he was not able to participate in the competition selection.

This will undoubtedly become his most famous joke in the industry.

After the two teased James for a while, they then talked about Gesai's work this year.

"How many of the albums were selected for the final selection?" Ryan looked at the album on the table. It had a seal on it and was well preserved.

There are eight people in the selection team this time, so eight copies of each album are prepared.

For the sake of fairness, Gesai has carried out new reforms, especially in the selection process.

They can no longer watch the same album together. Instead, they can only watch it in separate rooms and write their own comments and ratings on the paper inside the album.

The awards are finally awarded based on the scores of all judges and the scores of the organizing committee.

It seems that this set of mechanisms is indeed fairer than before.

Therefore, everyone had no objections to it and accepted the selection rules.

But for someone with a strong desire to comment like Ryan, this rule is simply torture.

"Man, it's too bad they said we were going to watch the show separately," Ryan confided in John.

"It's really a bit bad, no one can share their views." John shrugged, and then added: "But this can indeed eliminate some of the impact."

Yes, if everyone gathers together to watch the album, it is likely that their good and bad emotions will be infected by each other, leading to extremes. Therefore, Gesai did this to avoid everyone's fair selection of the album. "Okay, I know, so I don't plan to participate in the selection next year." Ryan felt that he was a little tired of the selection work. It would be better to sit outside and chat with photographers from various countries.

John spread his hands and didn't respond.

"But to be honest, is there really any suspense about this year's best film series?" Ryan stood up, poured himself a glass of water, and complained.

John also laughed: "I think so too."

The two looked at each other and smiled, knowing that they were talking about the photo album that had stirred up the entire photography world.

While talking, someone else came in from the door.

"Hey! Brad, it feels so good to see you again!" Ryan immediately greeted him, who was also his good friend and judge.

Although the two of them actually met because of the selection work.
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"Snapped!"

"Why are you doing this?" Mr. Ericson rushed into a presidential suite like an angry lion, where several respected senior photographers were sitting, who were members of the Gesai organizing committee.

The assistant closed the door and stood by the door, not daring to speak.

"Erickson, what's wrong?" The blond old man in the lead was a little confused. He is the founder of the world's most famous photography magazine, Rosen, who is 70 years old this year.

But looking at his thick hair and strong physique, it seems that living another 20 years is very simple.

"Mr. Rosen, why are you adding this rule?" Erikson did not name the specific terms, but everyone knew that he was talking about the newly added content in the email.

Rosen leaned back, looked at the other people in the organizing committee and said, "This is the result of our discussion. I think it's fair."

"But..." Mr. Erikson was a little speechless, but he still insisted: "But such rules are unfair to truly talented people."

"But isn't this better for the photography world? Erikson, you see, last year you discovered the works of new people, which made the photography world more dynamic." Rosen waved his hand and said: "Of course we must continue to persevere this year. With this policy, the same photographer cannot win more awards, but more photographers must participate. Cultivating new blood is the purpose of the contest."

Mr. Erickson didn't know what to say, but yes, he knew Rosen was right.

If the same photographer wins more awards, it's unfair to other photographers who become foils.

But talent cannot be shared equally!

Art is not about dividing the cake. The brightest pearl will always be reserved only for those with the highest achievements!
So Mr. Erickson retorted: "But if we do this, what will happen to Chen's work? Although he has achieved a lot, he is still a newcomer who has been in the industry for a year and a half!"

In response to this question, Rosen was silent for a moment, and then said: "I know, this is unfair to him. But to be honest, he has already gained a lot, do we still have to make special arrangements for a single photographer? Is that so? Gesai is not a place to create gods, what we need is new vitality.”

"So you changed the rules specifically to avoid him?" Mr. Erikson found it unbelievable, but when he looked at the others, he found that everyone was silent and had no reaction at all.

It seems that he has already acquiesced to what Rosen said.

"So that's it." Mr. Ericson didn't expect that the artistic fortress of Gesai would begin to collapse from within. Mr. Rosen, who had been on the Gesai organizing committee for the longest time and who loved photographing small groups of people when he was young, unexpectedly They also began to care about their own status and international politics.

Maybe it has something to do with his son running for governor.

But there is no doubt that Mr. Erikson has a sense of crisis from the bottom of his heart. If this continues, Gesay will become history.

Because it deviates from art.

(End of this chapter)