The Kill Floor

As I drive up the dusty cobbled road lined with the scrappy gums native to country Victoria, and the abattoir comes into view, my breath is slowly taken away. Not by the ageing corrugated iron buildings, grinding machinery, languid country accents, and a fleet of trucks jostling for position, but the smell. It wrench’s at your gut like a dentist does teeth. A vile mixture of blood, faeces, ammonia and eucalyptus, the stench almost has its own soul. An evil one. It is at this moment, when I turn off the ignition and the trailing dust settles around the still warm station wagon, that the realisation dawns on me, the consequence of my decision, to photograph the inner workings of a fully functioning slaughterhouse. One that can and does, process […]

by · April 22, 2014 · Agriculture