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Gold by Sebastiao Salgado
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ACCLAIMED Brazilian photographer Sebastiao Salgado went to the Serra Pelada goldmine in northern Brazil in 1986, the year of its closure, and 18 months on from the demise of the murderous military dictatorship which had ruled the country for 21 years and controlled the mine.
Salgado arrived unprepared for what he saw: “Every hair on my body stood on edge,” he commented. “The Pyramids, the history of mankind unfolded. I had travelled to the dawn of time.”
The photographs he took, now available in the Taschen book Gold, record a crater with walls covered in scenes that Dante’s Inferno or the hellish paintings of a Botticelli or Bosch could only approximate.
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