I saw a show of Garry Winogrand's in New York in July, 1988. I was twenty and New York was the first place overseas I went to. From the rural province of Hawkes' Bay, New Zealand to New York. It was quite a contrast!
It just so happened a show of Garry Winogrand's was on at the MOMA. At twenty I didn't know who he was, but, I think, this show had a profound effect on me in terms of composition.
In his photos something was happening in every nook and cranny of the image. A little shoe popping into the lower left of the picture or a cat swinging out of the picture by the tail. All the elements working in this incredible, sometimes manic, harmony.
Although my photo here is very different in content to his, the importance of the placement of every little, no matter how insignificant, is still there.