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The Death of Conversation – the TED talk!

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I was kindly invited out to a TEDx event in Bergamo in Italy to give a TED talk on the subject of my photograph series “the death of conversation”. It was featured in friday in this article in the Huffington post (click here to see) written about me on friday which has itself already gone viral. I kind of thought this might have died down by now but the subject of smartphones and their continued presence in our lives seems to be gaining momentum rather than subsiding as the backlash movement rises. Hopefully through discussion we can work out a way to have them and reap the positive rewards of these amazing techno gadgets without suffering the negative impact their use can cause to our relationships, our social skills and inhibit our ability to live in the moment.

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Me and my camera on the festival circuit, my adult playground, my glastonbury

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Every conceivable genre of music and its corresponding crowd are represented at Glastonbury. Whatever you are, whatever you listen to, you have your own corner. Techno ravers,  heavy metallers, retro revivalists, rock bashers, drum & bass nutters, gypsy queens, disco freaks, pop tarts, acoustic airheads, square dancers and everyone in-between are all present and correct (well, not so correct). Despite their apparent differences they all have one thing in common, all they want to do is dance. That is why we are all there. To rock out from dawn till dusk till dawn.

Wherever you go, whatever time of day or night, whether you are at a tent, a main stage, in the middle of a wood, Bez’s acid house or at the Strumpets & Crumpets food stand, there is always dancing. Sometimes there are thousands of people busting their moves, sometimes a few, sometimes just one. But they are always giving it their all. And one dancer at Glasto is worth 50 anywhere else.

Seeing people dance (and dancing myself) is probably my favourite outdoor activity on Earth. It is the ultimate celebration of life and to watch people’s chosen tunes course through them, filling them with energy & expression is just glorious.  When you dance to your desired music you feel connected to the inaudible rhythm of the universe. Glastonbury facilitates this better than anywhere else I have ever been.

To see the full Glasto gallery please click here

 

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Me and my camera on the festival circuit, my adult playground, my glastonbury

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Sometimes to understand the whole you have to examine a slice and this random woman featured above is the perfect example of the glorious gusto which Glasto creates. This  was an incredible display of what can only be described as part experimental dance, part shakin’ her thang, part freak out. Whatever it was, it was uncontrollable, uninhibited & quite unbelievable to watch as she gave her all on the floor of the Deluxe Diner as people sat around and ate their lunch. This is what Glastonbury does to people. The festival hadn’t even properly started yet. This was on the thursday. At At 3 o’clock in the afternoon!

But this is where Glastonbury is weird. At most festivals it takes people a couple of days to get into the swing of things. At Glasto people are full on from the off, they arrive and they go immediately hells bells. They are wilder, more fun and far more ready to give it their all from the moment they get there than anywhere else on the planet. I don’t completely understand how no-one seems to need a run up. My own personal theory is that decades of positive energy left on site from all the previous festivals hangs in the atmosphere and infiltrates everyone on arrival. I’m not sure what else can account for the instant exuberance that the Glastonians demonstrate.

After the wild woman finished her routine she calmly sat back down with her friends as if nothing had happened. What sealed her in my mind as a true representative of what is great about Glasto is that she had written on her arm with a sharpie “Friday, 3pm, Bandstand” which I took to mean that she anticipated getting utterly wasted before then and the only way to guarantee her arrival at a designated meet point for a gig or to hook up with friends was to scrawl it in indelible ink on her body. That way, the reminder would always be there for her or for anyone who happen to stumble upon her in the following 24 hours. Genius.

#MYGLSTO’15 – Pt III

Me and my camera on the festival circuit, my adult playground, my glastonbury

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Glastonbury with mud is hard. Its gruelling, knackering & 100% slog. Glastonbury without mud is easy. Its enjoyable, relaxing, 100% do-able.  The difference is extraordinary. If the sun is out it is blissful. You can lie out, you can sunbathe, you can sit wherever you want. Your journey times are magnificently manageable. If it has been raining you cannot sit down..anywhere. Every step is arduous and it takes a debilitating amount of time to get from A to B. This year it barely rained. It was hot, both day and even at night. I have never been there when it has been warm at night. It was like being on holiday.

The only downside to hot weather at a festival is that you have to vacate your tent by about 8.30/9am as it is just too damn hot to tolerate. After that you have to be out and if you don’t want to cook yourself for 8 hours straight you begin the process of shade chasing. Glasto is pretty wide open. There is not a lot of shade anywhere, apart from the music tents and the bar tents, which means you start your festivities early. And as there is always somewhere to being having fun your party hours get longer and longer.

As the festival goes on you end up staying out later and later until by about day 3 (which was thursday in our case) you end up back at your tent after the point when you need to leave it. You end up taking naps in random places. One afternoon we had an impromptu kip in the middle of a gig and woke up to people taking pictures of us passed out as the music blared.  Fortunately I am untaggable (for these kind of reasons) but if anyone has a pic of an unconscious couple on a bed in the bimble inn next to an empty pizza box please get in touch…

#MYGLSTO’15 – Pt II

Me and my camera on the festival circuit, my adult playground, my glastonbury

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There are about 200,000 people on site at Glastonbury including punters, performers and crew and a huge chunk of them dress up in outlandish outfits. It feels that most are just doing it whilst they are in a safe haven where anything goes, an opportunity to release the more flamboyant aspects of their personality which remain largely hidden in their normal lives. At Glasto no-one is going to bat an eyelid. Pirate, cross-dresser, giant banana, no-one gives a shit. Its quite funny to watch as the days go on and as the Glastonians (is that what they’re called? they are now) feel more and more liberated how their outfits get more and more outrageous and provocative. As the grip of the real world loosens so does their inhibitions.

A smaller minority of revellers look like they have come as themselves, vaudevillian circusy travelling tinker types and aren’t in costume, they are like that all year round. There used to be many more in this category but as the festival has become more mainstream and more expensive the representatives of an alternate society has decreased dramatically.  The organisers of Glasto used to give out thousands of tickets to performers, circus folk etc to add to the atmosphere but at £250 a pop someone got out a calculator one day and worked out how much money they were losing to potential purchasing and that was the end of that.

But regardless of whether you are a libertine tourist or a 365 festival freak Glastonbury encourages this freedom of expression. It is an opportunity to rid yourself of the shackles of normality and to express yourself as you see fit, without fear of recrimination or judgement. This is always a good thing. It is in fact a beautiful thing and should always be celebrated, even if you will shortly be back in your office, in your work suit, trying to scrape off a bit of glitter that escaped first inspection.

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The original residents of Notting Hill which still remains amongst its new  posh inhabitants still have a  very tight community where most people seem to know each other. Portobello Road is the road everyone strolls down to do their bits and bobs and to interact, mostly during the week as its full of thousands of tourists at the weekend.

The “Stop & chat” is the dominant form of socialising in the hood and you can see it happening every day throughout the day. It is very rare in London to have this sense of community where you actually know your neighbours. It is quite unique in this day and age, especially in a city as large and anonymous as the one we live in. Personally I am a fan of the “stop and chat”. Its socialising without planning or eating and lasts just long enough to have a  bit of conversation without running out of things to say.

It is apparently this type of interactive social cohesion which brings wellbeing and happiness to people’s lives. Next time you avoid eye contact with your neighbour or don’t speak to the person who works in the shop you see every day maybe don’t. It just might make your day. ..and even theirs.

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the subject’s of this week’s photographs are similar only in their differences. Or are they? Despite their varied external appearance do they maybe all share a commonality underneath? A sadness that breaks through, that makes them human, that makes them the same? Discuss.

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If you want to see full gallery “Street Wall” please click here

This week features a collection of street art from New London, as it is now officially known, well, it isn’t, apart from by me that is…yes, I am trying to make “New London” happen. I just feel  the wealthy & prohibitively expensive modern metropolis it now is needs a new name as it has transformed quite so extensively from what it once was…

New London appropriately houses a very new type of graffiti. You are more likely to find corporate sponsored murals than anything generated by illegal sprayers. You can mosey around Shoreditch these days and see great examples of aerosol applied art but its reactionary street edge has been transformed into standard advertising. The only difference is it is on a wall not a billboard. Even their biggest enemies, rebellious youths & anti-establishment anarchists, are eventually adopted by big business…does everyone cave into cash in the end? Is it always that inevitable? Does capitalism always win?

Graffiti art used to be done under the cover of night. Stencils were invented so that spraying could be done quicker to avoid potential capture and arrest. Nowadays it is done in broad daylight as they are hired for their services and no longer need to remain anonymous. In fact, graffiti artists are now actively trying to get noticed so they can hopefully cash in. Gone is the desire to remain a mystery. They actually now leave their website address, as in the one above, so they can get potential work. A friend of mine is a graffiti artist and he now gets paid handsomely by corporate companies to give lessons in street art to their staff.

There is even an estate agent in Notting Hill that has commissioned a huge street art mural on the side of its building (in gallery-see link above), Given the nature of its covert illegal origins this is the equivalent of drug dealers selling their contraband goods in Boots the chemist….umm, I’m looking for the coke dealer. Oh, he’s right there in the corner, over by the deodorants. Its part of the meal deal if you get a wrap of Ketamine and a sandwich with it. Cool, thanks.

Having said all that you do still see some remarkable works of graffiti art in the city. The skills remain, just the intention & context has somewhat changed. I rarely take photographs of street art as always presume someone else has got it covered but this selection caught my eye and reflected this new paradoxical wave of street legal illegal street art.

 

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Royalist graffiti? An anti-establishment act glorifying the establishment? The ultimate oxymoron? We live in strange times. It took a passing doodler with a sharpie to give it some political context…full diatribe tomorrow…

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Love will tear us apart again…well, in this case it wasn’t love that tore them apart, it was property developers. This iconic piece of street art years depicting the unconventional romance of The Vision & Scarlett Witch has recently been destroyed. It is no more. It has been reduced to rubble, like everything else in this photograph, to make way for….yup, you guessed it…LUXURY FLATS! Woo hoo! Just what the capital needs…

…apparently the conversion of buildings into luxury flats is reaching such paramount levels that Londoners are afraid to leave their rental homes in case they get converted whilst they are out. Please be vigilant and keep an eye out for any strangers with JCB diggers lurking near your property.

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And in slightly other matters: One or two of you may have noticed I posted up on Saturday my TED talk that I did in Italy on The Death Of Conversation (yes, I am still banging on about it but they invited me so whatcha gonna do?) but it has since been removed from Youtube.  I hadn’t actually watched it before I posted it (was a little apprehensive) but after viewing, it has to come down as had some major editing issues but as soon as its fixed it will go up again….apologies if you saw it it already…there is a better version on the way!