For many photographers it is important to create a deliberately intimate atmosphere in their work involving only the viewer and the character and no one else. There is no photographer, there is no camera – that invisible wall that seems impossible to overcome.
But great masters of photography have the talent to eliminate this perceptual barrier by literally inviting the viewer into the sensations and feelings of the scene. They draw out the innermost, personal both from their models and viewers changing the perception in their work. There are few of them and a Swedish photographer Anders Petersen is deservedly among them.
Anders Petersen was born in Sweden in 1944 but the most significant period of his career he spent in Germany. In 1961 he stayed for a couple of years in Hamburg to learn the language and try himself in writing and painting. He didn’t take any pictures then let alone white-and black.
In Germany he got to know the wild counterculture of night life that was so exciting and so different from tranquility of his life in Sweden. It was then that he met some marginals who were far away from the decent society. As Petersen recalled in his late interviews, it was then that he paradoxically felt respect to those, revolting at first sight, people and was thrilled by them. Anders saw personality in those people, different and special, all with their own personal stories and dramas. However he didn’t have any experience, let alone education to photograph them. By way of chance he received both.