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A Little Uneasy

Melbourne’s Morganna Magee is too busy documenting happenings on her doorstep to worry about global warnings that photojournalism is going out of fashion.

Alfred Stieglitz: The Lake George Years

In the history of photography, and more particularly, in the history of American photography, Alfred Stieglitz looms large. Born in 1864, a year or so before the American Civil war ended, Stieglitz died not long after the atom bombs ended World War II. When he was a boy growing up in Hoboken, New Jersey, photography was a complex and even dangerous art. The Daguerreotype was just giving way to the tintype and roll film wouldn’t be invented for another 20 years. But, by the time he died, colour film was an established technology and photography itself had been a medium of the masses for 50 years.

Aglow: The photography of Adam Bruzzone

Adam Bruzzone loves the vigorous light and strong colours of his native South Australia but, thanks perhaps in part to his heritage, he is equally passionate about the sublime and dramatic landscapes he’s come to know on visits to Italy.

Making His Own Luck

It’s only taken Adam Pretty about a decade to reach the top of his field . Like so many photographers, he discovered his vocation while still in high school. ‘Stumbled on it’ might perhaps be a better way of describing what happened. After receiving an unexpected windfall, he bought a camera on a whim.

A Certain Discipline: Tim Hixson

Tim Hixson settles back into a comfortable couch at one end of his small office. Softly spoken and easy-going, there is nevertheless a certain containment and intensity in his manner.

Across The Line

The prostitutes in First Deadly Sin, Gerhard Joren’s photographic survey of the sex industry, are depicted neither as victims, nor heroes, nor villains. They are, however, depicted honestly.

Devotion: The Photography of Peter Solness

It’s the middle of the night and Peter Solness is deep in the bush, setting up his tripod on a little sand bank in the moonlight. In front of him is a waterfall and as he frames the picture, thousands of sandflies swarm up to bite him about the legs. Having changed into a wetsuit after an hour or two of hiking, Solness is just beginning what will be a long night of stumbling over logs, climbing up slippery embankments and wading through icy water. When he finishes hours later, he’ll pack up the gear and make his way back along the same moonlit trail.