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Stephen Denton’s photography gets up close and a little too personal at the Waste Management Phoenix Open
Words by Casey Bannon
Photos and Captions by Stephen Denton
Light / Dark
Stephen Denton vividly remembers the final picture before the crash.
The photographer had just wrapped his day of shooting at the 2020 Waste Management Phoenix Open when two middle-aged women —both draped with corporate tent credentials and both clearly intoxicated— asked him for a keepsake they’d surely never remember.
They assumed Denton was there to photograph Fowler, Matsuyama or Mickelson. But in actuality, he was looking for people exactly like them. They posed, he clicked, and they all moved on. Then all hell broke loose.
Denton was barely a lob wedge down the path before one of the women jumped in an unattended golf cart and sped off. She narrowly missed a few packs of patrons before slamming into a portable bathroom and ATM station bordering the 18th hole. Had the structures not been there to stop it, the cart almost certainly would have barreled down a hill full of unsuspecting fans.
“That was the craziest thing I’ve seen in three years shooting there,” says Denton, no small statement considering the mayhem he’s witnessed in the desert at one of golf’s most famous annual parties.
The 2021 rendition of “The People’s Open” will see significantly less people, which should make for more efficient…waste management.
It was exactly the kind of pandemonium Denton’s father tried to shield him from as an impressionable kid. Each year, from age 9 to 18, the younger Denton would take a break from his own competitive golf schedule to attend the local tournament with his dad. They almost always avoided the rowdy action at No. 16.
When college at Arizona State eventually beckoned, that father-son tradition ended along with Denton’s playing career—a classic case of junior golf burnout. But after a four-year break, he decided to give the experience another shot. What he saw was a crowd more in line with the blue-collar golf he now identified with.
“I’ve always really liked the inclusion that you get at smaller courses,” he says. “Anyone can play, there’s no elitism, there’s no pressure. It’s just people having fun, and that’s what brought me back to the game: Just playing golf and drinking beer.”
During his hiatus, Denton traded his clubs for a camera, formulating a uniquely bright and brash style along the way. His “poppy” technique, while he admits is somewhat polarizing, was perfect for the bright lights of 16. More importantly, it was something nobody had tried before on a hole that seemingly everybody had documented.
“I needed to find my own voice as a photographer,” he says, “and I needed to figure out what I like to shoot. I’ve always been drawn towards little subtleties or just weird things. Everyone knows the tournament is a crazy scene, but I’d never seen any true imagery of it. There’s people passed out, there’s people who have pissed themselves…Good or bad, it’s extreme everywhere you look.”
After multiple denied credential attempts as a freelancer, Denton was finally granted access to shoot the tournament for Phoenix Magazine in 2017. He has returned each year since to build on the project he calls “The People’s Open.” It has helped fully rekindle his relationship with the game, although recent assignments for the up-and-coming shooter at Kingston Heath, Cape Wickham and Augusta National have certainly contributed.
With social distancing guidelines and attendance restrictions in place at this year’s edition of the WMPO, Denton has no plans to attend.
“It’s interesting to think that this happened in the first week of February last year, only a month before the country basically shut down,” he says. “Scenes like this, it’s only been a year, but, I don’t know…they just seem so foreign to me now.”
After all, what’s a People’s Open without the people?
This was around 6 in the morning. People show up around 3 a.m., just to get in line. They bring their own booze and wait for the gates to open. The crowd gradually builds, but this was the first year I saw the entrance just destroyed. I was right there in front. I had a friend who was holding a light off to the side and I was like, “Just stay with me.” I positioned myself right in front of a car because I thought they couldn’t run through me AND the car. Tables flipped, no one took tickets, the ticket takers all ran for their lives—just mayhem.
There was a mix of people in there too, not just young college kids. This guy here is maybe in his 50s, holding his wife up as the crowd is coming right behind her. I get it: you want to get to 16…but it’s literally a human stampede at 6 in the morning.
I was standing around 16 green and I saw one guy chugging a beer out of a shoe and I was like, “What the? That’s disgusting.” Then I see someone else do it. I was like, “Man, this must be a new thing.” Apparently, it’s called a “shoe-ing” and it started in Australia. I guess it’s a thing over there.
Saturdays are for shoe-ing.
What does it smell like in the crowd? Booze and sunscreen. But mostly booze.
The group costumes like Waldo, Sesame Street, horse heads, or overly patriotic clothing are fine, but I find the weirdest outfits, ones that really make you scratch your head, are my favorite. As I was walking through a crowd near 16, I saw a man wearing a thong that was, what I assume to be, purposefully sticking out of his pants with dollar bills hanging onto the strap. Not too much later I saw a guy wearing only an American flag speedo.
Yeah, that was a strange day for outfits.
I’ve always been a big fan of lighting. I think with lighting, you can dramatically change the feeling of a photograph. It is definitely a style that I had to work out because I didn’t feel like I was very good at it beginning. It’s very in your face. It took me a little while to develop the right amount of pop with the right subject. A lot of golf photos that I see on Instagram are more of the dark, moody, desaturated feel, which has its place. But this is more fun to me.
I’ve obviously had beers spilt on me, but that’s really it. Everyone’s generally pretty friendly with me. One time, I had an Arizona State hat on, and there was a University of Arizona fan in the crowd who liked to pick that grudge. I go back up in the stands and he takes my hat. He’s clearly drunk so I said, “Just give my hat back.” He gave it back to me and it was funny because the next day I saw him and he had no recollection of it. He came up and he was like, “Oh, ASU man?” I was like, “Yes, just like yesterday.” He had no recollection that we had that encounter.
The bleachers are completely trashed after the round. Beer cans, food, vomit, bits of people’s costumes, and most likely a few other unsanitary liquids. I always find it a little ironic that, since 2010, the tournament has been hosted by a trash company which claims the event to be “zero waste,” yet the grounds look like a landfill at the end of the day. My condolences to the good people that spend all night cleaning that place up just to have it trashed again the very next day.
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