Photographing a new home town
One of the first lessons in photography that I was taught by my Uncle Mark was that you didn’t necessarily need new and ‘exciting’ people and places to make good photographs. That the same stretch of road that you walk nearly every day of the year is never the same. However, the fact remains that in coming upon a new place – no less moving to a new place – you will see things that, although mundane for the jaded local, will be extraordinary for the newcomer. Moving to New york City marks the first time that I’ve actually lived outside of Australia. Arriving in the lead up to a northern winter last year I’ve relished the low sun, the way the frigid air somehow makes the light clean and of course even the lightest of snowfalls… The first photograph was taken outside the HQ of New York Fashion Week as winter storm Nemo began to lash the city in February this year. The second and third were taken on a magical walk home through Central Park.