a chronicle of carnage

today i went to the australian centre of photography (acp) in paddington to see 'Three Exhibitions on the Theme of Crime and Corruption'. i was so blown away by the works of italian photo-journalist Franco Zecchin that i am already planning a trip back to the acp asap.

Zecchin's Sicilian Chronicles provide an insight into the mafia world far more potent than any film or television show can convey (and this comes from an avid lover of the mafia film genre). the exhibition takes the onlooker through the slums of sicily, paralleling images of poverty with those of decadent mafia society. next come a series of crime scenes, which chronicle the deaths of policemen, judges, journalists, politicians and crime bosses in palermo in the mid seventies and early eighties. there are glimpses of the funerals of two high-profile and respected judges, and also of the public fervour and criminal trials that ensued after their murders.

oooh, just writing about it has made me desperate to go back. i think however, that next time i will leave my lovely mum at home, because although betty seems to have appreciated the cultural experience, i don't know if she needs to be exposed to so many images of bullet-ridden bloody corpses a second time. i, however, cannot wait to take another look at all the carnage. what then does that say about my morbid soul?