Easy rider

Taking the bull by the horns

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  • Published 20231107
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-89-4
  • Extent: 208pp
  • Paperback, ePub, PDF, Kindle compatible

For photographer Elise Derwin, the camera is a form of connection. She’s captured everything from nudist nomads and body builders to the devastating Lismore floods of 2022 and life during lockdown, driven by the desire to explore other people’s worlds through imagery. One world she keeps returning to is that of the Professional Bull Riders circuit, where sporting skill meets spectacle in an adrenaline-fuelled battle of man versus beast. Derwin’s images, which range from action shots to behind-the-scenes stills, convey the complexity of a subculture that’s as mythologised as it is maligned.

CARODY CULVER: You specialise in documentary and editorial photography – what draws you to seek out particular people, places or stories?

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Elise Derwin

Elise Derwin is an award-winning photographer based in Lismore, New South Wales, who specialises in documentary and editorial photography. She has also worked across...

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