Me and my camera in someone else’s country, my U.S.A, my California
California is a stunning place to visit. Geographically its jaw dropping and is worth visiting for Death Valley alone. As a place to live it is however far from perfect despite the pristine illusion. It contains both the best and worst excesses of America. Despite the fact they are apparently virtually bankrupt there is nothing to suggest it. Its still golden and gleaming and has sidewalks so clean you could eat off. There are also still many immaculate front lawns of both residential and commercial properties despite their ongoing drought.
It is also the only place that I have visited that has a centre dedicated to me. (see above). All my fans get to congregate in one place and are then thrown in the reservoir…haha.
To see the full “Cally Gallery” please click here.
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
this week I bring you a collection of positive public emotional displays…just to demonstrate that me and my city aren’t all doom and gloom. I was all riled up last week after reading Owen Jones’ book Chavs (which is excellent btw) but am going to try to refrain from further political ranting…for a bit. I felt it was important to show that although this city has become an exclusive club for the top echelons of society it is still full of lots of decent folk who care for each other and have a community spirit. London is my home and I am here primarily because of the people in it…the ones I know and love and the ones that I have yet to meet.
Things are never perfect anywhere but existence is really only as good as the people in your life. Whether they are lovers,friends or family, those you can hold, hang out and have a laugh with will make the difference between life being shit or not. Everything else is just details. This is worth remembering. We choose what to focus on and how often and always concentrating on the negative aspects of society won’t necessarily solve them but reminding ourselves of the good bits will help put the shit bits into perspective.
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
I might have possibly mentioned in a previous post that I wasn’t going to bang on about gentrification anymore as there was no more to say, but then there was a riot in Shoreditch at the weekend (article here) and I realised that maybe this thing is just beginning. As they say in the action movies..we have a situation on our hands.
A lot of the media attention and commentary regarding the riot has been about The Cereal Killer Cafe and whether they were a valid target or not. Truth is not really. They are very much a symptom of the problem rather than the cause. However, my theory as to why they were the object of the protester’s rage, is that cereal is what you eat when you are broke and here they are charging a fortune for a basic bowl so its a big slap in the face to people who might eat it because they can’t afford anything else . And as hipsters are the only minority demographic who you can legitimately despise without accusations of a hate crime they were kinda fair game. I can’t really see #saveourhipsters trending.
The real problem though, as demonstrated in the photo above is a chronic and desperate lack of affordable housing in the city and its reduction has been systematic and deliberate. Council homes are being depleted at such a vast rate it is being described as inner city social cleansing. Between the right to buy scheme and councils selling off estates to property developers it seems like they won’t stop till London just contains the affluent and nothing else. Who wants poor people around..they’re just depressing right? And they’ll probably steal your shit too so let’s just get rid.
Landlords have doubled rents overnight forcing out the ‘middle’ which currently leaves just the really rich and the really poor. And they wonder why there is growing unrest. The book the Spirit Level demonstrated with a ton of evidence how inequality is the source of most of societies’ ills and how the disparity in wealth fuels resentment and anger so is it any wonder this is happening? And is there not just more to come? Will the rich end up barricading themselves in to keep out the remaining riff raff? Maybe we should do the same to them…here is a relevant and amusing film I made a while back to illustrate…
So here are my questions…
Why are London residents, the workers and the lifeblood of the city, not being protected from the blatant greed of people who already have too much?
Why are landlords allowed to increase their rents so dramatically without any concern for the people living there?
Why can’t they put rent caps in place which reflected wages and living costs rather than how much these pariahs can squeeze out of their investment?
Why are property developers allowed to reduce half of London to rubble and re-build luxury flats that no-one except for the extremely wealthy can afford to buy or live in?
Why don’t we do something about it?
Violence is not the answer but this is my message to Londoners and something we can do…we can vote out a bumbling oaf who seems harmless but in reality is doing a lot of evil shit to the detriment of the majority of Londoners (see here for just one example) in favour of excessively wealthy people just like him. He is an assassin masquerading as a clown. Yes Boris I am talking about you. Why don’t you get on one of your bikes and fuck off!
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
shoreditch: studio flat. open plan. awash with natural light. fully furnished. close proximity to urban art galleries and pedestrian walkways. £750 a month. Professionals only.
I was going to post this picture today as a satirical joke on the ridiculousness of london rent as part of this week’s theme as it was photographed just round corner from the “Cereal killer riots” and then last night I found this story on the bbc website (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-34404651) of someone going to look at a room to rent in clapham for £500 a month and it turned out to be a mattress in a cupboard. Literally. So this isn’t even a joke. I’ll probably get enquiries.
