alt.street Rites of Passage: The First Suit

This young boy seems nonplussed at being stripped in a streetside

kiosk, fitted with a suit, then having his pants pulled off for pants

measurements, all in public view in Kyiv, Ukraine, recently. Of course,

it's all preparations for 'his first suit'. Your ratings and critiques are

invited and most welcome. If you rate harshly or very critically, please

submit a helpful and constructive comment; please share your superior

photographic knowledge to help improve my photography. Thanks!

Enjoy! John

It's a charming documentary shot and we have all been in his shoes before. There is such a docile resignation on his face.

This is a very major crop from a very wide angle shot.

 

But I liked it so much I played with it for hours; first one crop, then another, first from one shot, then from another, but always with the boy's face at the upper right, where I felt it belonged.

 

Apparently I couldn't make it interesting enough, however, as it has attracted only one mediocre rating and just a small handful of views, and I may have to move it to a folder with my lesser-received work.

 

Sometimees I can be wrong about how well something will be received, then post something rather innocently and be overwhelmed by ratings.

 

You never know, which is why I am still playing this game of posting and still being interested in ratings. For the size and number of ratings still are a very good judge of a photo's popularity . . . . though there are important exceptions.

 

Ratings are not the be-all or the end-all, of course, but they do mean something, and for me, they're a sort of test market, to which I pay attention; they help keep me honest and give me valuable feedback.

 

And there's little way to 'fake a rating' -- at least for me, since I generally don't rate others' photos and seldom comment, so I can't be accused of playing the mate-rating game. A rate for a photo of mine probably is as honest a rating as you'll find on Photo.net, in general, I think.

 

Best to you, Aidan.

 

John (Crosley)