Photographer Chris Hondros of Brooklyn Heights Killed in Libya

The headlines yesterday were about the death of Restrepo director Tim Hetheringtom in Libya and the injury of Getty Images photographer Chris Hondros. This morning word came that Hondros, 41, who lived in Brooklyn Heights has died.

NY Post: American photojournalist Chris Hondros, 41, who was engaged to be married this August and lived in Brooklyn Heights, filed a series of amazing photos before his death that captured the harrowing battle for the rebel stronghold of Misrata.

He died alongside British-born freelance shooter Tim Hetherington, 40, an Oscar-nominated director who worked out of Williamsburg.

“Chris never shied away from the front line, having covered the world’s major conflicts throughout his distinguished career, and his work in Libya was no exception,” said Jodi Einhorn, a rep for Hondros’ employer, Getty Images.

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  • sheryl

    Maybe he shouldn’t have taken pictures of people then… my great grand daddy always said people don’t take too kindly to the lens of a camera.

  • ABC

    really sheryl? really?

  • bornhere

    The death of Chris Hondros is a real loss to the world of photojournalism. “Hondros/Getty” is the byline on some of the most exceptional documentation of our world. My condolences to all touched by this.

  • GHB

    A sad, sad day. Sheryl, you’re a friggin’ moron!

  • Peter

    Ahh Sheryl, way to hide behind the veil of internet anonymity! I would call you a loser, but you are already fully aware of that fact.

    RIP Chris … sad story.

  • weegee

    Some photographers specialize in local stories, some in international, and once they excel in one, essentially abandon the other. Not so with Chris. He did it all, and with equal skill. You wouldn’t know that the guy standing next to you in sub-freezing weather outside a courthouse had just returned from a war zone and would be going back soon—he was just “one of the guys” who did his job whether in central Baghdad or Centre Street. His work spoke for itself.

  • mlo

    My condolences to family and friends of Chris Hondros.

  • Hon. Chris Owens

    My heart goes out to the family and friends of Chris Hondros. Artists go where few others dare to go — and they often suffer deeply. But their work will always be remembered.

  • tb

    You’re an idiot.

  • T.K. Small

    I more than offer my condolences. It is important work of photojournalists like this that keep the public informed of conflicts that are difficult to understand.

    Also, for the life of me, I do not understand how Sheryl could possibly think that that was an appropriate comment.

  • George Hanson

    I met Chris Hondros a couple times in NYC through a mutual friend. As best I could tell Chris Hondros was a laid back, likable, and well adjusted person. He had many friends and was well liked in the media/production community in NYC. By chance we happened upon the fact that we were both NC State guys and I can say for sure that he loved his time at the school!

    Clearly he could shift into a gear that 99.9% of all people do not have but his incredible success certainly wasn’t something he wore on his sleeve — matter of fact I’d say it was the opposite. If you didn’t know about what he did, he certainly wasn’t going to tell you about it.

    Chris Hondros was a quality guy. Condolences and best of thoughts to his family and fiance. Please dwell on the fact that he was a gentleman….that’s a big deal.

  • Teddy

    Very sad news. My deepest sympathy for his family and friends.

    Sheryl, think next time before you post such an insensitive comment.

  • nabeguy

    A sad loss for the family, the neighborhood and the world of photojournalism.

    Some cultures believe that when you are photographed, you lose your soul is stolen from you. Sheryl must have been photographed quite a number of times to post a statement like that.

  • macjohnson

    I thought he lived in DUMBO on Bridge Street.

  • willy

    RIP Hondros. Thanks for making the world a better place. we will miss you.