Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
In other news…I’ve gone a bit viral: http://www.boredpanda.com/the-death-of-conversation/ (this story is currently being syndicated across the world in online publications right across Europe and all over latin america..its even getting a slot on polish tv! its very exciting…thanks ben!)
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
Not sure if you can see but there is a beam of light which appears to be coming directly from the Salvation Army building. I have only just noticed this and as a devout atheist I am slightly at pains to point it out but as I did a piece on visions of God last week I thought I should at least mention it….
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
This photo has also been added to the gallery “dead in the mincers” – please click here to view
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my nights out, my Berlin…
Berlin has these great outdoor clubs by the canal and even when the sun has firmly risen the dancing doesn’t stop…the rollover weekend just keeps rolling. Daytime becomes nighttime. Nighttime becomes daytime. Your hours are your own. Your time is without a table. It all makes perfect sense to me. The only thing that doesn’t is how they deal with Monday morning…fortunately this was one aspect of Berlin life I did not have to experience.
To see the full Berlinites gallery please click here
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my nights out, my Berlin…
In Berlin they have rolling weekend parties which are usually in some industrial building in the middle of nowhere. They start on Friday night and finish on Monday morning. You can arrive whenever and you are never late and you are never early. London is a magnificent city but you are always chasing the clock. In Berlin you can dance without deadlines, party without punctuality…its very liberating.
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my nights out, my Berlin…
We jumped in a taxi to get to a club across town and soon after we took off the driver put on some music, cranked it up and soon we were cruising around listening to some decent grooves. We complimented him on his choice of tunes and he explained that he always tried to pick something that he thought his customers would like. This is the kind of town Berlin is.
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my nights out, my Berlin…
In Berlin the tubes and trains run all through the night all through the weekend. You are never too late to go anywhere and it is never to late to get back – it is a beautiful way to live. There is and has always been much talk of this happening in London. I will not hold my breath but will pray to the gods of the Underground to implement this, preferably in my life time…