Today I want to talk about clandestine panchira photos. Sure, you have heard about these photos, haven't you? I have chosen Fragonard's The Swing (1767) to illustrate this type of image. Now, you have an idea of what I mean.
There are a lot of weird sexual oddities – and I never really understood the whole upskirt thing. I remember reading about some court decision, where the courts decided that if people took public photos of upskirts, they could. It was not an invasion of privacy. It was lewd, the courts said, but it was okay for photographers to take pics up women's skirts without their permission.
At the time I was aghast, but you know, I am an amateur photographer, and I have taken lots of pictures of people throughout the years. No upskirts, no nude photos, none of that. Old men fishing at sunset, little girls and boys playing in sprinklers, motorcycle enthusiasts at a rest stop, a band marching in a parade. I took all of these pictures without consent.
Well, there are a few differences. I did not place the pictures on a website, charging $14.95 per month for access, and advertising with pop-ups. But still, when you are in public, you need to know that within reason, your image in public can be snapped, filmed or otherwise captured and you have little recourse.
I have a YouTube friend that had her videos downloaded and placed on another site, with whoever stole them indicating that the person in the video was the poster of the videos. In essence, the person who stole the videos stole the identity of my friend. Well, this is a little difference then walking down a flight of stairs with a skirt that accidentally reveals a wink of one's panties. In public, I have a reasonable assumption that prying eyes or a prying camera lens will see me. And since I was 12, I have been practicing ensuring that my panties remain hidden.
Now, though, I would think if you place anything on the web – pictures, video or words, you will probably have your work stolen. I have seen my work lifted – not even my best work. I have seen YouTube videos taken, songs lifted from record labels (think Napster on steroids). I know with Web 2.0 and all, we are more connected than ever. Some of this is good. Most of this is good. But now, we have a few people (multiplied by thousands because of the power of the Internet) that get their jollies by either stealing stuff or placing micro-lenses in public restrooms. Now, I can reasonably expect privacy when voiding my bladder. I mean, I would even think judges from the courts would agree to that.