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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

The W.11 postcode is proud to present…Attack of the Poshos! The Chelseafication of this area finally appears to be complete. Blame Julia Roberts, blame Hugh Grant, blame Paddington Bear, blame whoever you want, it won’t change what has happened and it ain’t ever going back to the way it was. As so many areas have changed in London over the decades, possibly none more so than Notting Hill. Back in the 60s, it was literally slums, and now, it is ironically inhabited by the Chelsea set who are slumming it in W.11 because they can’t afford to live in SW3. Those poor people, actually, sorry, those rich people, okay, rich poor people…

So this area was an area no-one wanted to live in and now it is an area no-one can afford to live in. Progress? Hmm, not so sure.

P.s wishing you all a happy new year and the best of luck for 2018. Lets be honest, it can’t be worse than 2017, can it? Can it? (scared high pitched voice).

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

I knew my area had gone posh but its getting kinda ridiculous…

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Following on from yesterday this seemed rather appropriate…

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And so the sun had barely set on the first day of the New Year and I had already burnt my dinner. It seemed that this was maybe a bad omen of things to come for this year but before I could descend into a negative outlook the oil began to evaporate in front of my eyes producing the smiley face above. Surely this was a sign? A message to stay positive and be happy? I decided to take it as one although fully aware that the decision was mine. As it always is for all of us all the time on everything. We cannot control what happens around us but we can control how we process them. Shakey (‘speare not stevens) probably said it best: “Nothing is bad. Only thinking makes it so”. But the same is true in both directions in all situations. At each and every turn you have a choice how you perceive things. The world is of our own making. Worth remembering as we shape the coming year…first internally, then externally.

Happy New Year! Let’s make it a good one…

 

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#MerryMYLDNXmas!

Me and my camera wishing you all a very Merry Xmas and a happy New Year!

And so we come to the end of the year and all there is to say is..thank fuck that’s over! 2o17 started with such doom and gloom and it never really abated. The world went to the dark side and rarely emerged out of it. The future looked so unbright it made me switch to black and white photography. Everything just seemed greyer, no colour & no glimmer of hope. Black and white also felt like the perfect way to mirror the stark polarisation of societies around the world as everyone got into their own respective and opposing camps. Everything went very black and white with the disappearance of the middle ground in favour of major lunges towards  hostile extremities.

The misery inducing forces of Brexit and Trump and the sense of global meltdown driven by the refugee crisis and the continued and worsening climate chaos got so bad it actually made me switch off the news completely for the first  time in my adult life. Consequently I didn’t look at a single piece of news anywhere for the first six months of this year as it felt over-powering and this combined with a feeling of utter powerlessness made it too much to bear.

The only reason I got dragged back was Maybot calling the snap election and then it felt impossible to ignore the relentless self-destruction of this country. And so it continued. Hope gave way to horror and common sense got annihilated by populist opinion riddled with bullshit and lies. The fact this year gave birth to the concept of fake news shows just how far from the truth we have strayed. And we had also clearly veered off the path of morality and decency into an uncaring world where the plight of the needy and the desperate, both abroad and at home, were no longer a concern for western democracies.

And yet, having said all that, I’m kinda done dwelling on the shite. Regardless of what is happening we still have a choice what we choose to focus on which is why this week I have shown a series of photographs all taken during the last few days showing people having a good time, united by music and showing that humans can be brilliant together, full of love and togetherness and joy. And all in colour! I had a great time at lots of different nights out with lots of different groups of people but what they all had in common was a demonstration that hate and division is definitely NOT a requisite of human interaction. It can be so very very different. Enjoying life might not seem very productive in the scheme of things but it is way more constructive than being destructive. We can all sit at home and bemoan the plight of the planet and its population or we can just go out and rinse existence for all its worth…

The last few weeks has been a  fairly non-stop party fest for me and it really showed me that even when everything goes to crap and things look grimmer than they ever have the human spirit cannot be extinguished. We forge on no matter what always in the hope that things will improve. And hope might be a misguided delusional notion but its all we have and it might just be enough. So let’s leave the shit to the shits and the rest of us can do what humans do best – hang out, be good to each other and have fun…all in favour..raise your hands!

See you in 2018!

P.s This photograph was taken at the Soulwax gig at the roundhouse at the weekend. If you want to see the full gallery please click here

 

 

 

 

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#Myldnites – XOYO

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london nights…

A blue light shines down on Charlotte during her performance at XOYO on saturday. #nofilteriswear

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#Myldnites – The Roundhouse

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london nights…

Jarvis Cocker hands out quality street to the crowd at the Roundhouse  – bless his little cotton socks.

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#MYLDNites – The Elephant’s Head

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london nights…

This couple were rocking out at the Elephants Head in Camden on Sunday night and thought they looked so great, individually and as a couple and told them so too. They were full of beans and were up dancing to everything from human league to the sex pistols to rock ‘n’ roll. It was a good ole fashioned knees up and there were lots of great characters in there too and even though Camden has changed so much over the last few years it was great to see some of the old spirit and style still surviving…

p.s bit tardy today as festive season is affecting my time keeping…normal service might be disrupted…

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

There is an undeniable air of negative gloom hanging over the U.K at the moment and it shows no signs of abating. The writing is on the wall and its screaming “Run!”. It is indeed the shadow of Brexit that looms large across the country and has put most of us into an all pervasive pessimistic mood. Its difficult to shake as nothing but more shitty news seems to arrive each and every day indicating that everything is just going to get a whole lot worse. There is a distinct absence of hope for the future and everyone is feeling insecure about their work/life situation. There are those who have already flown the coop as Brexodus is in full swing (yes I mean you Lisbon lot!) but the rest of us who can’t/won’t leave are gonna just have to wait and see how far this fuckery is going to go.

So what to do? Watch as our elected bodies flush our country down the toilet? Pretend everything is ok whilst knowing it really isn’t and with no glimmer of hope that it is ever going to be? As inflation runs away in one direction and wages are being sucked back in the opposite direction there will come a time when life becomes unsustainable. There is a tipping point and we aren’t far from it. London is already piss take expensive. It is inconceivable that prices can be jacked up higher than they already are but that looks extremely fucking likely at the rate we are going. Our housing market (both rental and sales) is already beyond broken as everyone is paying through the nose for places not technically big enough for human beings to live in. Maybe when everyone else has been forced to leave the new population of this city will be rich hobbits who will be ok living in shoe boxes masquerading as homes.

We used to be called ‘Rip Off Britain’ and that was before Brexit and now I guess we are ‘Rip Up Britain’. It is an act of wilful self-destruction, country suicide, a relentless shit show that no-one in power has the ability or the balls to circumnavigate away from disaster. All aboard the slow mo train wreck…

Even non-political chat seems to be on a downer these days as the negativity seeps its way into everything and everyone. The general air of misery and uncertainty has permeated all aspects of life and all you hear are tales of woe and horror show after horror show and no-one seems to have anything good to say whatsoever. We are all beaten down. Depressed. Despondent. How can it get more fucked up than it already is?

I have no answers, no solutions to offer, not even a witty remark to add, there is really nothing funny about Brexit at all. Its just sad. What I really want is for this to be like that series in Dallas when Bobby Ewing woke up in the shower and the whole previous series had just been a dream…and Victoria Principle is staring into my eyes telling me everything is going to be ok. When your only hope is being saved from fictional characters from an 80s soap you know you’re in deep shit.

This week’s photographs are all part of my ongoing series “r u talkin to me”…

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Queuing outside a make your own magnum shop. (The ice cream not the hand gun) 
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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Its difficult not to get to this time of year, as the dying leaves, beautiful as they are as they get the life sucked out of them, scatter everywhere reminding us that another chunk of time is almost done. It is virtually impossible not find yourself reflecting on what you had hoped this 12 month period would bring and what it, in fact, actually delivered. We use these imposed time borders to instill self-appointed performance related appraisals on all aspects of our life activities..personal, professional and now even digital.

The actuality of our yearly achievements are finally forced to compete with our yearly aspirations. The fantasy crashes head on into the reality. This generally instigates a dwelling on the shortfall, the gap between these two goalposts as we all always tend to aim higher than we can reach. But failing doesn’t have to be regarded as failure. In some ways it is impossible goals which forges progress.  You don’t achieve what you wanted but you get closer than you would have if you had set yourself no target in the first place. This is what has fuelled human evolution since year dot although it does seems unlikely that early man would have over-complicated their accomplishment planning quite as much as we do…

Top 5 Homo Erectus New Year’s Goals  (*these are totally real btw. I have a time machine and went back to around 300,000 years ago and did an extensive survey. Lovely lot the Homo Erecti. Very down to earth *)

  1. Don’t get eaten
  2. Don’t get killed by competitors
  3. Don’t get ostracised by tribe and left for dead
  4. Don’t eat anything poisonous
  5. Don’t get lost in the woods and die

You might notice a bit of a theme running through the choices. Strangely orientated around avoiding being dead. My favourite phrase at the moment is “survival is victory” (which I nabbed from  the Dunkirk movie poster) as its simple observation gives you the ultimate perspective. It makes a mockery of anything we create that is more complicated than that. We live in an era beyond survival. In the absence of something trying to eat us or having to forage and hunt for food (which doesn’t include going up and down a supermarket aisle looking for pesto) we have found ourselves searching for purpose and meaning because our primary drive has actually been taken away from us. And so we have been forced to make things that don’t really matter…matter.

Maybe we don’t need to constantly judge our own achievements in life or make everything performance related. Does everything have to be marks out of 10? How well did I do? Could I have done better? Do we need to approval on everything? Either self-imposed or judgement by others. Maybe by virtue of actually existing we already winners. No matter what. And that is really all you have to focus on. Everything else is just details. So instead of wishing we were this, that or the other and maybe berating ourselves for failing to achieve our imposed goals at the end of each year we can actually just be appreciative of our current and continued success at staying alive..that’s all we are really supposed to be doing. So if you are still alive, pats on the back all round I reckon…

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london