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By Kim Voynar Voynar@moviecitynews.com

Paparazzi Ethics 101

This Vanity Fair article on the paparazzi team who got the final shot of Michael Jackson as he was dying (already dead?) in an ambulance gives quite a peek at what goes on in the minds of people who stalk celebs for a living. On the one hand, the piece is interesting in that it reveals something about the elusive singer’s relationship with his most devoted fans — mostly young, European women who, according to Ben Evenstad, co-founder of National Photo Group, “… would follow him all over the world. If he went to Ireland, France, Bahrain, Neverland, they were there. The same individuals. Nobody else had what he had.”
But it also reveals something of the mindset it takes to stalk celebrities for a living. Chris Weiss, who snagged the “money shot” of Jackson in the ambulance, talks in the interview about how when he was pressing his camera lens against the ambulance window as it pulled up to UCLA Medical Center, frantically snapping without knowing what was actually going on inside, Jackson’s bodyguards were practically begging him to stop: “Weiss saw a look on the guards’ faces that made him believe something was really wrong: “They were being aggressive, but it was remorseful aggressiveness. ‘Please guys, please just stop.’ They kept saying ‘please.’””
And yet, despite knowing that something serious and personally devastating to Jackson’s family — especially his young children — was obviously going on, that this was more than Jackson’s typical medical histrionics, he kept snapping away. And when National realized that Weiss had gotten a clear shot of Jackson with an oxygen mask covering his face while an EMT worked on him — either the last shot of Jackson alive, or the first of him dead — they quickly sold it to the highest bidder, OK! magazine.
What’s interesting to me about this piece is the ambivalence with which these guys talk about taking and selling this picture. There seems to be very little remorse there over the ethics of the picture itself or what they do for a living, and their regret around Jackson actually dying seems to be more about them and how they no longer have him as interesting prey to stalk than anything else. Here’s my favorite quote from the piece: ““This is what hit me halfway through the night: What do I do now? Chase fucking Zac Efron around?,” Evenstad asks. “What is the point?”
What’s the point, indeed?

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