Wilde About Food, Photos, Copyrights and Dandies!

Updated: Oct 7, 2020

You’d hardly call yourself pedestrian, would you? I mean, after all, you consider yourself quite the gourmand with a sophisticated palate, a gastronome with a penchant for the good life, and an epicurean with impeccable taste, and, if we are speaking frankly, who among your family members and friends wouldn’t want to bear witness to the delectable feast that nature has bestowed in the form of this evening’s dinner? With such an epic repast before you, why should you deprive the universe itself of experiencing some small inkling of the joy derived from your feast of Dionysus? After all, there is nothing that people want in their own lives more than bearing witness to the petit morsel on which you will shortly be masticating. So you whip out your smartphone, snap a quick photo, and regale the world with your “life-altering” meal on your favorite social media site: Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr or Instragram. (Yes, I am talking to you, Neil Patrick Harris and my partner’s sister.) But as you send that photo whirling through the ether (or what we in the technical community more commonly call the “spectrum”), consider the following: as the proud “artiste” of that carefully crafted gastronomic still life that you are certain will be appreciated by all your current and future adoring fans, keep in mind that you, as the photographer, own the original copyright to that special gem. That’s right. The fact that you took the photo means that you own the copyright. (Once you post it to a social media site, you may be giving up those rights, depending on the user agreements, but that’s another topic.) The fact that you own photographs by merely snapping the image is due in no small part to a particular photograph taken in the 1800s of a fabulous gay man by his eccentric photographer, both with a propensity for flamboyant dress. The story starts with Napoleon, not Bonaparte but an eccentric photographer named Napoleon Sarony, who, along with his wife, had a penchant for dressing in costumes and parading around New York City during the early Belle Époque period of the late 1800s. (Did they even call it the Belle Époque in New York City at that time, or was it only Paris? Am I merely being pretentious? Anyhow, I digress.) Sarony would pay celebrities to sit for him and then retain the rights to the photographs that he took. He would then eventually sell the photos in order to earn a living, a very successful one at that. For example, he paid famed actress Sarah Bernhardt $1,500 (or the equivalent of $20,000 in today’s dollars) to take her picture. He also photographed other well-known celebrities of the time, such as Mark Twain and American Civil War General William Sherman. Apparently, Sarony’s studio, located in Union Square, was a sight to behold, as well, as described by Galaxy Magazine in March 1870: And so it was in this green-room-cum-laboratory-cum-barn that copyright history was made with the photograph of one particularly extravagant, outrageous gay man. “Enter Oscar Wilde,” as the Smithsonian Magazine puts it. In 1882 Oscar Wilde was in the United States on a speaking tour, and as a result of his dress, wittiness and flamboyancy, he became wildly (er, sorry, had to) popular, so he extended his tour. It was during this time that Wilde sat for a series of more than 25 photographs for Sarony, who ca