Peter Dredge
In 2025 I was lucky enough to travel to Tasmania to visit Peter Dredge, of the brilliant Dr. Edge wines. The article is worth reading here (he says modestly). In this article I wrote:
“Last weekend I tasted … ten years of work in the life of a man and his lands. I picked up a Riesling and wrote: Is this even Riesling? I picked up a Brut Nature sparkling wine and wrote: I am speechless. I tasted a pinot noir that had been fermented and matured in concrete only and felt as I drank it that I was holding my ear to a shell and could taste the sound of pinot waves crashing. On all three occasions it was the purity that did me in. The purity in Dr. Edge’s wines, when they are at their best, is like a scream in a dark night. There is though something other in his wines; a hand. This hand promotes the impression in the best of Dr. Edge’s wines that something that has never before been spoken is in the process of being said. It’s as if in his winemaking Dredge can hear or sense things that we can’t. His wines then plunge you into the purest of cold streams before reaching in via textures and flavours to help you out. Dr. Edge’s wines would enquire, if they could, to your son’s health.”
The article speaks for itself, as indeed the wines do. The photograph of Peter Dredge is another matter.
Peter Dredge is photogenic, sure, though I would argue that everyone is, regardless of protestations. Dredge was also kind enough to allow me to photograph him from a variety of angles. But as settings or rooms go this was one of the more sterile environments I’ve ever had to work with. On this same trip I also photographed Marco and Steve Lubiana. The Lubiana’s cellar is a good place to do a photoshoot. A corporate function room (which was perfect for the tasting itself) is, well, another matter altogether. Because of this I am uncharacteristically proud that I somehow problem-solved my way towards the image above.
