I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’d heard of this Joe Klamar fella before last week. Hell, I just Googled him and I’m still not entirely sure who he is. But someone decided it would be a good idea to award him the privilege of being the official photographer for the US Olympic team and the portraits he came up with are… well, they’re something else.
Many of the photos are dimly lit and Klamar seems to have a thing for what I’m just going to call “unique” perspectives, often pulling out so far that we’re able to see the crumpled edges of the backdrop. And speaking of pulling out, maybe Klamar’s dad should’ve considered that years ago.
OK, I’ll admit it. That was harsh. At least he didn’t use Instagram.
I’m not a photographer by any means. I don’t take pictures and when I do, I barely have the wherewithal to deposit my disposable camera in the one-hour-photo drop box at Walgreens. However, I do consider myself somewhat of an expert on things that make me want to vomit when I look at them. So, if that’s what Klamar was shooting for (Zing!), then I’d say he succeeded beyond even the harshest critic’s expectations.