As a former student studying photography, it was hard for me to ignore the influence that Don McCullin has had on subsequent photojournalists and portrait photographers. He was, and is, incredibly prolific. His immense talent and he have circumnavigated the globe hundreds of times over, producing the kind of images that make you feel sick to your very core at the unfailing cruelty of humankind. War is never heroic or majestic: many, many innocent people die, festering in their own excrement and writhing in untreated agony. Yet, McCullin is somehow able to allow them to reclaim their dignity, by recording their struggle in a manner that renders them strong and beautiful, despite their misfortune. As a character, he is as erudite and moving as you would imagine, and if you haven’t already seen it I suggest you watch this.
(For Eddy xx)