Don McCullin shows no signs of slowing down
In the veteran photojournalist’s later work, a sense of foreboding is never far away
Photography
Friday
Tuesday
Eyes of the Storm revisits an era
In early photos, the crowds – and the band members – are eager, curious and frank
Sunday
The buildings Richard Nickel championed
None were so dear to him as architect Louis Sullivan’s
Thursday
We are failing to curate the present
If we exist everywhere online, do we exist anywhere at all?
Tuesday
Girls on film
New Woman Behind the Camera brings together the whimsical and the confrontational to show how modernism shaped photography
Monday
Terry O’Neill: ‘Hollywood is lonely’
He was one of Britain’s greatest portrait photographers, possibly the greatest
Saturday
Stayin’ alive in ’75
Meryl Meisler’s photographs captured the family life and nightlife of Seventies New York
Thursday
The artist who breathes Technicolor life into historic photographs
There is something of The Wizard of Oz about Marina Amaral’s photographs. She whisks us from black-and-white Kansas to shimmering Technicolor Oz. When Howard Carter leans over Tutankhamun’s open sarcophagus (1922), he does so in the glare of pharaonic gold. A photograph of fallen American soldiers on the Gettysburg battlefield (1863) shocks the more when we see the colour of the blood soaking through shirts. The Javanese dancers who performed at the Exposition Universelle in Paris (1889) are gorgeous in madder pinks, jades and golds. I’ve seen this picture a dozen times, rolled out to illustrate the influence of ‘exotic’ dancers on artists and choreographers, but I’d never considered that
