When Fran Miller was in her twenties, she came down with a virus.
It wasn’t a bad one, but it did prevent her from dashing into the waves with her surfboarding friends. She spent a summer sitting alone on the northern beaches of Sydney, feeling disconnected from the surf culture she adored.
Then she picked up a camera.
“I tried to re-create the pictures I saw in magazines,” she recalls. “Surfing magazines were the holy grail; they were a window to another world. I dreamed of being on a tropical island, photographing waves and surfers for a magazine.”
The virus left, but the dream remained.