Richard Chamberlain - April 1998

 

George Richard Chamberlain (March 31, 1934 – March 29, 2025) – Wikipedia

I don’t believe I am an ambulance chaser by writing about Richard Chamberlain on the day he died. I have written about Chamberlain twice.

Grasshopper Hill - Tchaikovsky & Richard Chamberlain

Richard Chamberlain & Diana the Huntress

I want to write about him today because at my age of 82 I have no idea when oblivion will take me away. As people (friends, relatives) older than I am or even younger die almost every day I cannot escape my fate with distractions.

I remember when I was teaching at a local arts/photography school called VanArts where I was not a happy camper. My students were allowed to eat in class and they had their laptops open during my lectures and they did the homework for other classes. One day when I mentioned that if they wanted to be photographers they might want to have a Plan B (plumbing) and a Plan C (electrician). I was fired soon after.

There was a Uk student called Strand who one day asked in class, “Mr. Hayward can you show us photographs of people that you have photographed that are still alive that appeared in magazines that still exist?”

My guess is that was the beginning of what is rampant now in social media – rudeness.

In the blog links above you will find out how a Chamberlain film directly affected Rosemary and me!

I am enclosing what in that last century we would call tear sheets. We would place them in our portfolio, proving to newspaper and magazine art directors that we were qualified editorial photographers. I am enclosing the tear sheet for two reasons. One is that I worked with a wonderful Globe arts reporter called Christopher Dafoe. And second that the folks at the Globe and Mail art department liked my filed edge border. Then it meant that I did not crop in my darkroom but in my camera. It assured those viewing that photograph that I had printed it as no two filed edge negative carriers were ever the same. It was like a finger print.