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Images from a roadtrip taken in January 2013 with grandfather , father and son through New Zealand’s South Island.
DEAN SEWELL AND ANDREW QUILTY
The tiny Island nation of Tuvalu far out in the Pacific Ocean with it’s highest point on the capital, Funafuti being mere meters above sea level, is at the frontline of a world facing the threat of global warming.
Also facing the crippling problems of water shortage, erosion, a poisoned water table, minimal inhabitable and arable land as well as the myriad social and health problems associated, Tuvalu and it’s approximately 10,000 people lay at the mercy of the slowly but surely rising ocean that surrounds the various islands on the atol.
In 2011 and 2012, Dean Sewell and Andrew Quilty were sent to Tuvalu to cover stories looking at water shortage, global warming and the ‘borrow pits’ that were dug during WWII by the US Military in order to construct the runway that is still used to this day but which have left giant scars that have turned to domestic dumping grounds in Funafuti’s already scarce land.
The following images are a selection of Sewell and Quilty’s work from their respective assignments.
ANDREW QUILTY AND DAVID MAURICE SMITH
Oculi photographers Andrew Quilty and David Maurice Smith find themselves in NY covering the destruction and aftermath of Hurricane Sandy.
These photographs were made on a road trip with my Dad back to his hometown of Barraba, a small former asbestos mining town in North-Western NSW. I was exploring notions of memory and romance and the way in which these two ideals are rarely reflected in the real places we nurture them. I spent many hot, dry Summers in Barraba, but the place I revisited bore only a few traces of those memories. For Dad it was the same – he never did make the trip out to Kuvera, the family homestead. In the end, the journey was about us and our relationship as a father and a daughter, but more importantly as friends.
With around one and a half million people internally displaced by the earthquake that devastated the capital Port Au Prince, it is a shocking sight. Every spare piece of land has turned into a tent city and whole suburbs and major infrastructure lay demolished, essentially turning an entire city into a slum. Frustration is mounting, as the camps that were deemed a temporary measure are now, a year later, looking quite permanent. But still the majority prays and waits patiently for something, anything to give.
“Somewhere in America, a classic Ford Mustang sits in a driveway. Everything about the home’s occupant is hidden in shadow, beyond that most banal of patriotic gestures – a flag dangling from the porch. I looked at this ghostly image of suburbia and saw staring back at me a postcard mirroring America’s great yawning divides…”