Steve McCurry has long been a subject of debate amongst photographic friends. His style, so distinctive and powerful, the breadth and weight of his colour photography, the sheer quantity of moments he has captured - all to be pondered and wondered upon.
McCurry has sense of place, his photographs defining and emoting an empathic response, whatever the scene. The huddled figures of Indian women in a sand storm, festival revellers daubed in colour, the serene moment of dawn arising over the desert; each photograph imbued with the human touch, capturing and detailing commonplace events so rare to the western eye.
McCurry inhabits the everyday moment, the simple and mundane made extraordinary through his art, through the juxtaposition between the recognisable and the exotic. Colour and texture are thick and heavy within his photographs, a richness that invites an inflection of story beyond the borders of the image.
To flick through a McCurry book is to be captured by a very real other-worldiness. The extent of his library of work is stunning in its content, breadth and influence. I have long loved his photography, his books adorn my bookshelves and his website is a place to dwell when a moment allows.
Steve McCurry's website can be found here and his books here.
