Bjørn Sterri Featured in the New Yorker

From Julia Margaret Cameron to Sally Mann, photographers have long found their muses close to home, in their own families. Sterri taps into that tradition in a series of tender, probing images of his wife and two sons, made during the past fifteen years. Gazing at the camera as if looking into a mirror, they look alternately contented, concerned, amused, and even blissful. Sterri casts himself as a comically stern dad, whether he’s seen stepping into the frame with the others or taking it over entirely for an occasional self-portrait, one of which finds him naked in a shallow grave, as if to suggest that, without his loved ones around him, life isn’t worth living. 

–The New Yorker

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