Me and my camera on a 60s weekender in Margate
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This week has been a glimpse into the wild weekender that is Hipsville. This year it was set in Dreamland in Margate and there couldn’t have been a more appropriate setting for this timewarp shindig. Everything in this seaside town feels like the sixties and for once the people mooching around in their vintage clobber looked more in place than the norms.
Hipsville is more like a giant house party than a festival and by the end you’ll know half the people there who are all decent friendly folk and you will have made proper friends by the end of the weekend. The attendees, from all over the world, are all united in a shared love of barnstormin’ tunes from the 60s that they want to rock out and get wasted to, delivered by both djs and bands. On the musical menu is 60s garage, surf, R&b, tittyshakers, bit of punk and some good ole fashioned trashy rock ‘n’ roll.
Fave bands for me were Viv and the Sect who came all the way from Mexico and Sir Bald Diddley & his ripcords who delivered an exhilarating set on the Sunday and have even recorded a Hipsville theme tune which has just been released on vinyl. Also must mention Davros and his deep space deviants. Had seen them before but they are proper nuts. Worth it just to hear the phrase over the mic: “Can we get some more davros in the monitors please?”
The djs were all killer and heard some amazing records which we went suitably ape to, which was appropriate as there were quite a few gorillas mingling amongst the crowd (not real ones obvs, that would be a health hazard). We just couldn’t get enough and stayed on the dancefloor till the very bitter end each night. Turis Bang Bang from Barcelona played a couple of incredible sets. As did Carl Combover & Johnny Alpha, Zombierella, Neil & Chris Stay Sick and Cosmic Keith. Best drop of the weekend for me was “Somebody’s always trying’ by Ted Taylor” played by Johnny Alpha and also must pay homage to the Sharks in Fezes (aka Dj Diddy Wah and Fritz Buzzsaw) who not only played great (no mean feat in a shark mask) but looked awesome too (as you can see). You really can’t go wrong with a shark in a fez djing. Such a winning combo.
This crew also like a bit of dress up and this year’s theme was appropriately the seaside (as you might have guessed from the sight of giant jellyfish and sharks). Didn’t quite manage to get an outfit together in time so went minimal and stuck a packet of fisherman’s friends on me Fred Perry. Classy like. There were also a whole gang of go go girls who took turns up on the podium throughout the weekend and added some hip shakin’ exotica to the proceedings.
They also had a daytime roller disco but never quite made it up in time to go. The perils of a 6am finish. The plus side, however, of a dawn finish was walking along the beachfront as the sun was rising. Always a result. Had a blast all in all and hopefully will be back again. Only minor downside of event was the security who got aggressive with the drunk punters towards the end of Saturday night . For no other reason than they were bored or fancied a bit of hostile interaction. Heavy handed and deliberately provocative, they threw people out for no good reason, seeming to forget that their job is to stop trouble rather than start it. This crowd might get a bit raucous but there really isn’t a single smidgen of aggro amongst them.
So Gorillas, go go girls, giant jellyfish, fuzz beat freaks and sharks in fezes – just your normal average weekend really…
Viva Hipsville! See you next year…
For more info go to: http://www.hipsville.co.uk
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
this week’s theme (in case you hadn’t noticed) casts a look at inanimate replica versions of human beings. I used to photograph mannequins a lot. Not quite obsessional but consistently so. And they slipped off my radar for a few years but they seem to have reemerged in my sights recently. You can never really explain what you gravitate towards as subject matter but I believe you should always just go with it and accept when it passes. I was been drawn to that depressed, forlorn look. They seem saddened by the fact that their entire existence is to consist solely of being on display with no ability to escape their plight or the gaze of those that gawp at them.
Mannequins live in what they call the ‘uncanny valley’, a term normally ascribed to computer generated characters but it essentially means something that looks eerily like us but not quite. We project meaning onto them because they look like us so we sub-consciously assume they might have the same feelings as us even though we know they cannot. A bit like traffic wardens..
We will undoubtedly deal with humanoid robots the same once they become a feature in our lives which seems on the cards looking at recent technological developments. Our ongoing obsession with creating artificial versions of our bodies and brains definitely seems to be driving so much innovation at the moment. Why? Personally I think its a God complex. We arrogantly feel we can do better than nature. The irony is that if we succeed we will be only be successful in creating our replacements as everything indicates that robots will render the human workforce unemployable and AI will apparently seek to destroy us the moment its up and running. We seem to be doing everything we can to make ourselves ultimately obsolete. Not quite sure why exactly. Its clearly a defect. We should be sent back to the factory for a full diagnostic…
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