Back in the time of unphotography, when monochrome ruled the world, before MOMA anointed color, a few photographers who worked in color, formed a loose grouping under the banner: “Photographers of Color.” We meant it directly, while certainly understanding that since all of us were (are) white, it meant more. Most things mean more, particularly over time, and in different times.
The banner was our umbrella against the rain of silver shooters. The primary intention was that we were regarded as doing work with less aesthetic value — we would have two struggles. None of us worried, nor did we ever make a splash, not so much as a puddle on the broadway of photography