STEVEN ANDREW is moved beyond words by a historical account of mining in Britain made from the words of the miners themselves
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Through a lens darkly
A new exhibition shows why Don McCullin is such a brilliant chronicler of a conflicted world, says JOHN GREEN
Local Boys in Bradford, 1972
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The bard mourns the loss of comrades and troubadours, and looks for consolation with Black Country Jess
CHRIS MOSS relishes the painting and the life story of a self-taught working-class artist from Warrington
MARY CONWAY is disappointed by a star-studded adaptation of Ibsen’s play that is devoid of believable humanity
GORDON PARSONS is fascinated by a unique dream journal collected by a Jewish journalist in Nazi Berlin
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Don McCullin
Tate Britain
AS SOON as you enter this monumental retrospective celebrating Don McCullin’s life and work, you are immediately aware of being confronted with a treasure trove of one of the world’s foremost photojournalists in a full tour of his almost 70 years as a photographer.
It begins in the early 1950s, with iconic shots taken around his home stomping ground of East London. “The guvnors,” depicting a gang of youngsters lounging with proprietorial arrogance on the first floor of a skeletal half-demolished house in Finsbury Park, is like a stage set from West Side Story. And there are early photos of police taking action against anti-fascist demonstrators and CND marchers.
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