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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

My general approach to photography (and most other things) is do it, get caught, say sorry, move on. Its an approach that has served me well over the years. So far so good…

The above photograph was taken at the Jo Brocklehurst exhibition at kings cross (on till 15th) as her work was defined by drawing and documenting the myriad of fashion tribes that emerged out of the sub-culture clubs of London in 70s & 80s.

All the photographs from this week were taken on the same day.

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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

This was taken on the last day of the Nathalie Djurberg & Hans Berg claymation exhibition at the Lission Gallery on Saturday, and was one of the most brilliantly mental things I have seen in a long time. This is also relatively useless information as has also now finished.

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

This was taken on the last day of the Anish Kapoor exhibition at the Lisson Gallery in Marleybone (otherwise I would have told you to go see it).

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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 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

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Me and my camera on a 60s weekender in Margate

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Me and my camera on a 60s weekender in Margate

 

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Me and my camera on a 60s weekender in Margate

 

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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…

If you want to see my original gallery “Still Living” please click here

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

Amy winehouse was one of the great musical talents to walk this earth and sadly died in tragic and horrendous circumstance and now people queue up to smile and have their picture taken with her statue in Camden as if its a positive happy thing. As you can see Amy doesn’t look too chuffed about it. And who can blame her? Stuck in an endless sea of selfies with tactless tourists for all eternity . Reckon she probably deserved better than that…

(this is also a slight digression from this week’s theme but needed to be said nonetheless)

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

There was a news story that came up in the feed recently about a campaign in U.S to get white girls to stop wearing hoop earrings on the grounds that it was cultural appropriation and therefore shouldn’t be allowed. There seem to be a relentless amount of cases of spurious charges of cultural appropriation these days that are really nothing short of absolute bollocks. They’re hoop fucking earrings for fucks sake. Really? Shouldn’t you be finding something actually worth aggrieving over rather than this nonsense? Its not like they’re isn’t enough evil shit happening around the world to choose from. There’s tons. Why not focus on any of those instead of trying really hard looking for a reason to be outraged on behalf of whatever community or culture you think has been slighted. Throughout history there have been many acts of negative cultural appropriation that have caused certain cultures to be ransacked for the profit and power of others but this is not one of them. Not even close. If a white girl wears hoop earrings no-one suffers, unless she mebbe accidentally gets one caught in a door or something and it rips her ear out.

The human race evolved and learned to interact and integrate by sharing stuff. Fashion, food, music, knowledge. This is what brings us together not divides us. If everyone is too shit scared to borrow something that didn’t originate from the society they came from its going to make for a pretty dull existence. We are all part of the same fucking species. You should  be able to do what you like as long as no-one is getting hurt or abused. No-one has ownership on anything. There would be nothing but boiled cabbage and boiled fucking ham to eat in this country if we hadn’t “appropriated” cuisines from around the world. Is our past to be our future? And if so, why is this isolationist approach to living being championed by both ends of the political spectrum as a way forwards when it is clearly a backwards trajectory?

(this is a minor digression from this week’s theme. I saw the hoop earrings in the shot and it reminded me of the above ridiculousness and felt the need to vent. (#rantaclockthrowback to anyone who remembers)

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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 on tour with Soulwax

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Soulwax are back after a hiatus of 12 years no less & they have returned all guns & drums blazing with both a magnificent album and a jaw-dropping live show. It is very rare for a band to come back after such a long period and not be remerging into the limelight for either the cash and/or to take a trip on the nostalgia train. It is even rarer for them to arrive back with new material this good. You know when you go back to see a fav band live after they’ve been away a long time, you normally have to ‘endure’ the underwhelming new tunes and wait for the old classics to be performed? This is most definitely not one of those occasions. Not even close.

But the reason Soulwax’s latest incarnation is so spot on is probably because the reality is that the Dewaele brothers have never really been away. They have instead been continuously evolving through a variety of different mediums. In the last decade or so they’ve been producing & presenting incredibly innovative and amazing sound & vision experiences in a variety of different guises and formats. Whether it was as the sound system Despacio, the 24hr audio/visual app Radio Soulwax, creating 15 fictional bands for the soundtrack Belgica, launching their own Deewee label and studio or jetting round the world playing to thousands of fans as 2manydjs they have been pretty flat out. And now they are back with a new version of their band Soulwax, featuring themselves, original band member Stefaan Van Leuven, Laima layton (mixhell)  and no less than three drummers, Blake Davies, Victoria Smith and Iggor Cavilera from Sepultura.

The album ‘From Deewee’ is an epic voyage with a beautiful arc taking you on the most satisfying and mesmeric journey through a world of plush analogue synths and pounding beats, guided by the velvet vocals of Stephen Dewaele who draws you in and brings a human touch to this machine world. This is not cold electronic music. It is warm and emotional and wraps around you like a disco duvet. This is primarily because it is performed by people on instruments together in a room not on a computer with the flick of a mouse. In some ways it has a retro feel because of the instruments used and the way it was recorded but it has a very modern sound and sensibility and makes every system it plays on sound better than it should.

The album was in fact recorded in a single take in their Deewee studio in Gent and you can feel and hear the combined energy captured on the record. We live in a world of presets where we are essentially listening to the same drum beats over and over again and when we hear, as in this instant, something different, something real and organic and original and live, your ears naturally prick up. To hear non-computer generated electronic dance music is a rare and unusual beast in this day and age and Soulwax deliver this unique experience with extreme skill and also love. It is truly joyful. Musicians and instruments in a room together – who’d have thought it? (to get a glimpse into the making of the album check out this great trailer shot by Kurt Augustyns here )

For the live show they pretty much took the whole set-up from their studio and re-created it in entirety on tour. The amount of equipment on stage is quite staggering and not only looks highly impressive (resembling more a set from a 50s sci-fi b movie than a gig set-up) it creates a depth and quality of sound far superior to anything you would normally hear at a music show. As a live sonic experience it is breathtaking and you are utterly transported from start to finish. The crowd at all the gigs I attended veered from mesmerised to joyous to bat shit crazy and back again. Older tunes such as Miserable Girl, E talking and NY excuse got ’em going wild yet delivered due to the pulsating build up of the new tracks. In fact, its the seamless blend of the old and new that works quite so well as they enhance each other rather than clash, no mean feat considering the time gap between them. Yet for me, it is really the incendary performance of the new songs that lift you up and into the stratosphere. They just blow you away and have an even greater impact than on the record.

The new Soulwax feel like they are very much just getting started and it looks like there is a lot more to come. It will also be fascinating to see where they take this and it will definitely be a journey worth going on. Electronic music always needs a kick up the arse every now and again to stop it drifting into repetitive behaviour and somehow the Dewaele brothers are always there to do the kicking.

These photographs were taken in Paris, Brixton and Brussels and each time I saw them perform they got better and better. By the last gig of the tour on their home turf in Belgium they took the proverbial roof off. All the human members had synched up to become a machine in their own right, locked in to each other and meticulously jamming the shit out of every number. It is deeply satisfying to watch the 3 drummers in action as you seem them work seamlessly together yet with their own inimitable style and delivery. Going back to seeing bands with one drummer will probably now seem a bit lame by comparison and in  fact gigs as a whole are going to seem a tad dull in contrast to this captivating creation.

You can listen to ‘From Deewee’ here on Spotify and Soulwax have just announced they are performing at Meltdown on June 10th in London. If you can get a ticket, get one.

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Me and my camera on tour with Soulwax

 

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Me and my camera on tour with Soulwax

 

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Me and my camera on tour with Soulwax

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

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the oil spill in the gulf was an environmental crime scene, chernobyl, fukushima, the deforestation of the Amazon, the melting of the polar ice caps, all environmental crime scenes. a wicker basket on a street..NOT an environmental crime scene. Not even close. Abandoned cooker top? NOT an environmental crime scene. Its an abandoned cooker top. That’s it. Get a life, get rid of the stupid yellow stickers, get a new description because your over-dramatisation of what is essentially fly tipping is not helping, working, doing anything other than create more rubbish.

We are at that stage when the entire planet should be considered an environmental crime scene and our entire species are the guilty criminals so maybe we can focus on that? It kind of desperately needs our attention. This does not. Ok, so I am showing you photographs of this idiocy which means I think it is worth your attention but only really to show that it isn’t. Capiche? As it slips from the headlines, disappears from news feeds and is notable only in its absence from conversations it is pretty  fucking clear no-one wants to think or talk about climate change anymore. As both the U.S and the U.K are in the process of dropping their commitments to environmental regulations that won’t even get us close to where we need to get to even if we did adhered to them all, we can all do nothing but sit back and watch the acceleration of our trajectory to our own demise, driven by the vested interests of a fossil fuel industry exerting their power and pressure on weak governments around the world.

So, with that in mind, who wants to go back to being outraged at the ridiculousness of little yellow stickers on random bits of rubbish? All in favour say aye and maybe just mentally apologise to future generations that we were paralysed by an inability to cope with the cataclysmic enormity of what we are fully aware of but cannot compute, comprehend, face up to, fix or even discuss.  Even this mention of the unmentionable will probably be driving you towards some bit of clickbait showing you how shit someone who once looked great now looks….in fact, I’ll save you the trouble, here is a photo of Kathleen Turner today…feel better?