1994-2001 A BeginningThe opening picture is a self portrait from 1994, it is the first one I ever took. There is a road lined by rows of baby pine trees, newly planted after a big fire. I wanted to confuse the image of myself with that of the trees. I prepared the framing and entered it. We were somewhere around Butte, Montana, USA where I spent a summer working as carpenters assistant. I had no consciousness of myself but a strong desire to have some and no knowledge of

Ruspoli-Rodriguez

They are a testament of my elusive encounter with this singular territory

Cariou’s subjects reveal the importance of preserving native culture at a time of Western cultural hegemony

The project

a house full of history

The result suggests a vast nation whose prospects have much to do with global prospects

Bischoff's art takes multiple forms

and the transformations that define a life

European politics of the 1930s and ’40s

This is a story in three parts

To Photograph Is To Learn How To Die is a book-length essay about the essential usefulness of the practice of making photographs

the asphalt-flattened emptiness of a Texan city – shot with ambiguity