Profiles

  About John Cato (Tribute Show) John ‘Jack’ Cato (1889-1971) was born in Tasmania. He worked in London from 1909 to 1913 as a society and theatre photographer. In 1913 he moved to South Africa and worked as an ethnographic photographer. After the war he returned to Hobart, and set up a studio in 1920. …

Every millimetre counts in Cairns photographer Hans Schmidt’s world of botanical marvels.

‘I’ve always been fascinated with the other, with that which is foreign to me, that which is nearly illegible… unreadable.’

A few years ago, Zorica Purlija began submitting entries to the Photo Review challenges. Her work had a certain intensity and as the submissions turned up each issue, it became apparent that there was a consistency of vision behind them. Often featuring her daughter Yumi, the pictures had an ineffable quality of belonging to a wider body of work. Something about them seemed to hint at deeper currents far below the surface.

The impetus for Louise Hawson’s 52 suburbs project arrived on eight legs.

A young sailor, an exotic port and a few drinks. It’s a familiar story. But this one didn’t end with a sore head and new tattoo.

As ground floor opportunities go, they don’t get much better than being asked by a 21-year-old Jann Wenner if you’d like to be part of something new. It was 1967, Baron Wolman was an experienced freelance photographer working in San Francisco and Wenner’s idea was Rolling Stone.

‘In ’76 there was a heat-wave in London and I took a picture of my adopted sister and our basset hound’, said Sydney Morning Herald sports photographer Tim Clayton. ‘When the negative was developed, it looked like the head of the basset hound was on the body of my sister, who was wearing a bikini at the time. When the boss saw it, he said “Oh that would be a great little weather picture.” They used it on the front page. For a 16 year-old getting a picture on the front page of the [Yorkshire Evening Post] was just huge.’

When Glenn Campbell was growing up in Mount Isa, angling a holiday job at the lead smelter was something of a tradition for the kids in town. Fortunately Campbell’s father, who was in the transport business, happened to have a contact pretty high up at the smelter. So, in due course, when young Glenn came to be looking for a summer position, he soon found himself working in the plant’s photo lab.