|Furious woman in the mall, Bondi (November 2009)|
Chance has a way of parting the waters. It is subtle: there are no flashing red neons, or shrill wolf whistles. Reflected light at an odd angle, or a portion of a sign glimpsed while idly waiting, will suffice.
Enticed to the Art Gallery by the sharp wit of Annabel Crabb, I chanced upon a small softly-lit alcove housing "6 Photographers" and there, in a corner, was this gem shot by Hal Missingham, instantly recognisable as a precursor to my furious woman in the mall.
|Stood up in Swanston Street - Missingham (1947)|