Helmut Newton

Helmut Newton (31 October 1920 – 23 January 2004), born Helmut Neustädter, was a German-Australian photographer.

Quotes



 * Since the commercialization and banality of editorial magazine pages have made this work uninteresting, advertising has become an increasingly important part of my work. It is interesting to compare European and American mores in regard to my work. One will notice that most of my European images have a stronger sexual content that those destined for American publication. The term "political correctness" has always appalled me, reminding me of Orwell's "Thought Police" and fascist regimes.
 * American Photo (January/February 2000), p. 90


 * Growing up, I was surrounded by Nazi imagery, like everybody in Germany, and for a boy obsessed with photography it left an indelible impression on me. Later this influence was tempered by Brassaï and Dr. Erich Salomon. My love of photography at night started with m early experience of … the Brelin undergrund stations. Even today I love photographing by the light of street lamps or in the glare of my flash.
 * American Photo (January/February 2000), p. 90


 * What I find interesting is working in a society with certain taboos — and fashion photography is about that kind of society. To have taboos, then to get around them — that is interesting.
 * American Photo (January/February 2000), p. 90


 * My job as a portrait photographer is to seduce, amuse and entertain.
 * As quoted in Newsmakers (2002) by Laura Avery


 * I like photographing the people I love, the people I admire, the famous, and especially the infamous. My last infamous subject was the extreme right wing French politician Jean-Marie Le Pen. Even when I am not in sympathy with the person, I have to be in love with him or her while I'm doing their portrait. Le Pen adored me (at least until his photo ran alongside Hitler's in Le Monde), and we got on extremely well.
 * As quoted in Photo (2005) by Graphis Inc.

Quotes about Newton

 * The prolific, widely imitated fashion photographer whose provocative, erotically charged black-and-white photos were a mainstay of Vogue and other publications, died in a car crash in Hollywood, after taking the wheel of his car from his winter abode, Chateau Marmont, driving into a wall.
 * Obituary in Umbrella, Vol. 27 (2004)