“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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14 February 2015

GO LICK SOME MILTON PIXELS





 


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Portraits of the photographer as an old dog: Milton Wordley by Philip White ... Milton's blown up like sick-big some of his most lickable photographs from our huge book, A year in the life of Grange. Any space on your biggest wall? They're  hanging at Eleven40 Studio Gallery at 1140 Malvern Road, Malvern, Melbourne, until the 28th. Pity it's not a Leap year. Milton lives in what is officially the narrowest house in Adelaide. One of the most emulsional days of my life as a hack snapper was when he brought some mates to Yangarra for a quiet drink. Like David Burnett, whose astonishing photographs I could remember from my teens, reading TIME magazine at the dentist. Man, some beautiful cameras got fondled that day! Get yourself down to Eleven40 and buy something.
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