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Jan W. Faul, Photographer & Published Author
When I was 27, I briefly shot for TIME Magazine. By ‘briefly’ I mean a couple of months shy of a year. I think I got fired for being too exuberant. The gig held so much potential. There was one serious drawback, and that was my direct boss was a short man. I am 6’6” and at that height there are few equals.
I stood on a basketball court at one point next to MJ, and being the same height he asked if I played b-ball. I said, “No, I don’t. Do you play miniature golf?” He laughed and ran out on the court to tell Scottie Pippen to talk to me about golf!
Having shot for them all summer, near the end of October, I got pretty busy. First they flew me to Fort Bragg to shoot the 82nd Airborne, which was packing to go to the Middle East. Two days later I was to drive to Deer Lake, PA to shoot at Ali’s training camp.
I had to be there at 10am, and since I lived in Washington DC, that was a 175 mile drive. I left the house laden down with 50 rolls of Tri-X film, three Nikon F’s and my trusty Leica M3 with its great 21mm Super-Angulon wide angle lens attached.
The roads were deserted, as nobody was rushing anywhere until after the stores opened, and I made good time. I was ten minutes late, which worried Ali.
One of his crew helped me carry my stuff into the gym, so I could start assembling my cameras and stripping film. I wore pants with cargo pockets and I needed them. I took 20 rolls of film, numbered them with a marker, and loaded up the first four rolls.
I metered the whole place, and noted the 120 fluorescent tubes on the ceiling. They were putting out enough light to shoot TV, so I shot mostly at 1/250th at f4.5. If I needed more DoF, I could drop to 1/125th at nearly f8, so I was set. I was shooting with the 21mm S-A on the Leica, and the Nikons had a 35 ff2, 50 1.4, and an 85 f1.8. One of the Nikons had a motor drive.
I was getting my head around the idea of shooting a boxing match, and suddenly from across the gym came a shout.
“HOW TALL ARE YOU?” Ali was shouting.
“Taller than you!” I shot back.
“Donny! Put us back to back so we can see!”
We stood back to back, but I could see I was several inches taller.
“Uh Boss! He does have a few inches on you.” He said holding his fingers about three inches apart.
“What about his reach?” Ali shouted. Ali’s reach was famously longer than any other boxer.
“Uhh Boss?” Donny asked. “He’s got a few inches on you there too.”
Ali, like almost every other man I have ever met, wanted to be the tallest man in the room. He was so crushed he challenged me to a jump-rope contest. Of course he won that hands down! He skipped rope every day for hours to strengthen his legs, and I never did.
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Thanks for stopping by,
Jan (pronounced Yan) Faul
PS: Yes, I know there is a blue barn in the red section There was nowhere else..
PPS: This past summer when a lockdown was going on, I had a couple off months to kill, so I wrote a 50,000-word piece of fiction about Holton Arms School. When the pandemic is over, my editor will have time to edit again
In about two days I'll be ready to start the next book. It's going to be a ghost story set on Capitol Hill in the '60s. At least I think so.
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