#MYCALLY (23) – Legal Weed World

Marijuana is now legal in California, as it is in another handful of states dotted around America. The whole of Canada too. The (other) Green revolution is well underway and looks like it will spread across the whole continent and eventually the Globe. As I walked into my first ever legal weed store in Los Angeles, it was, I have to admit, a pretty surreal experience.

The first shop I went in was called Medmen (great name btw) and it was decked out to look and operate just like an apple store. You were greeted by staff in matching coloured polo shirts with headsets, smiling at you as you walked in. As per their mac counterparts, they were very attentive and helpful and showed you round the myriad of product choices on offer, all displayed in clean glass cabinets and they even had iPads to demonstrate. The only major difference between this shop and the apple store is that the workers on duty all appeared to be fairly stoned. I couldn’t tell if this was company policy or just personal choice fuelled by accessibility. Did it affect their ability to deal with the customers? Not really, although they did get a little distracted at times.

The other thing I noticed is that when you looked around the shop (which was packed) was that the customers were from every walk of life, every age group, every ethnicity. They were not identifiable as any one demographic but what they did have in common was that they no longer needed to go and see a dealer to get high. They could do it by walking in off the high street and buying any number of THC (the active compound in marijuana) based products which were not only labelled with the exact dosage so you knew exactly what you were taking but were also essentially healthy products, certainly in the case of the edibles. You could now get as wasted as you like and it would not be harmful to you. And you now also didn’t have to break the law and risk arrest and possible incarceration to achieve this altered state. And everyone there seemed to be pretty fucking happy about it too.

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The legal weed revolution has created an endless supply of new & non-toxic ways to get high so that you no longer have to inhale damaging smoke into your lungs. Compared to these new and ingenious ways to ingest THC, setting fire to some weed wrapped in paper seems like old tech. The variety and ingenuity of what they have created is truly astounding. They have drinks, mints, cookies dough, chocolate bars…they even have a mouth spray. Two squirts and you are well on your way.

You can obviously still buy actual weed if you want and the choice is truly staggering. And they all have superb names like Wedding Cake, Trainwreck, Purple Crack, Han Solo Burger, James Franco etc etc. There are also a whole new breed of cool branded pre-rolled joints such as Higgs and Pure Beauty as well as the endless array of vapes on offer.

So with this drug now legally available has their world gone to pot? (sorry, couldn’t resist) Has the streets of California descended into anarchy? Have kids become ‘hooked’ on other drugs as a result? No, no and no. All it has done is stopped regular people, who wish to alter their mind state to relax and enjoy themselves, from having to commit a crime to do so.

Drug use is not a criminal issue. It is a public health issue. The criminality of drugs does not stop people from doing it. All it does is send money and power into the wrong hands. It also ensnares young vulnerable kids into a criminal existence and incarcerates users, subjecting them to even further criminality, who should never have gone into the prison system in the first place. The war on drugs does nothing more than destroy lives and has been proven to be an utter waste of time and resources. So why continue with a policy that doesn’t work? For every drug haul they make, or cartel head arrested and imprisoned, they are simply replaced and the whole thing starts over.

And in the meantime, the states that have declared weed legal, have recuperated millions of dollars in tax which can now be put to good use. There are no apparent downsides to this and the sooner we get on board the better. We are cash strapped in this country and we have an ever increasing crime problem, which is entirely linked to the illegal drug trade. Remove that aspect and the whole thing falls apart. Without this income the criminal world  would have nothing and be unable to detrimentally affect people’s lives to anywhere near the extent they currently are.

The question that will undoubtedly arise if legality ever gets considered over here is whether we should be encouraging drug use but truth is we already have legal drugs such as alcohol, caffeine, tobacco, prescribed pills, some of which are significantly more harmful than marijuana and are already legal so it would be nothing new at all. Alcohol, for example, is a much more socially destructive drug than weed could ever be so there is no logic to the substances that are banned compared to the ones that aren’t.

There is  a greater more fundamental question of why do we feel we need/want to consume  substances that alter our consciousness?  If you look at all the consumed products, legal or otherwise that affect our mood and mind set and the percentage of the population who do at least one of them, it is pretty friggin high (no pun intended). So if it’s that prevalent surely this cannot be a legal issue. Are we all criminals?

I am currently reading the book ‘The Inner Level’ by Richard Wilkinson and Kate Pickett and they show how drug consumption is significantly higher in societies with greater inequality. It would appear everyone is ‘medicating’ to make themselves feel better about their (lack of) social status. They state that ‘addiction is as much as a social as an individual problem’ and quote Damian Thompson’s book ‘The Fix’ which states that ‘You don’t have to be ill to give in, just human’. So it’s possible that the world has just got so fucked up that intoxication has become an essential requirement to coping with it. If society is the problem then surely we need to look at fixing that rather than judge or punish people who are choosing whatever ‘fix’ to help counter-act the negative effects their surrounding world is having on them.

In all honesty, I don’t think that its coming here anytime soon. Back in the day when the twat of all twats Cameron was in power, he set up a committee full of experts to look at the drug problem and they went off and researched it extensively and they came back and their recommendation was to legalise drugs as the only viable solution. His response? He fired the committee.

 

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What is the link between the photographs this week? Answers on a postcard…or an email: bcr@babycakesromero.com

 

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It was the probably the greatest and most intensive collective documentation effort I have ever witnessed. There was barely a person on the Paris tourist boat cruise up la Seine that wasn’t constantly recording every single moment on their smartphones. (some having more than one device). When they weren’t taking photos of every single thing they saw they were reviewing or posting their shots in real time. It was relentless. And even though they were predominantly Asian, this wasn’t about one culture’s  relationship with technology, it was merely an intense example of this era’s dedication to documentation.

So what did I do whilst they were shooting the shit out of everything? I shot the shit out of them. (I think that would be difficult to say out loud without developing a lisp) And, obvs, I was fully aware that here I was, excessively documenting the documenters and both myself and my unwitting subjects kinda missed most of the boat trip as a result. Oh, the joyful irony.

Studies have shown that if you take a photograph of something you are way less likely to remember it as the brain assumes that the job of storing it is being covered so consequently doesn’t bother. And bear in mind, apart from their fleeting moment of existence on Instagram or whatever social media platform they might be uploaded to, they will barely ever be looked at again. So we will all go to our graves with hardly any memories because our brains have passed on that responsibility to our tech  and the likelihood of that surviving is slim. So maybe we should ditch the devices and start looking around a bit more otherwise we will have nothing to look back on…

A word about Paris: I used to think it was a bit too posh and pretty and a bit too quiet in the centre but as all cities eventually went that way I have developed a greater appreciation of this city. And as it’s starting to get stuck in an era it really feels like you have gone back in time . The Woody Allen movie ‘Midnight in Paris’ captured this feeling beautifully and so, as we sauntered around on cobbled streets in the greyness and the cold and the mist, it all served to evoke an atmosphere of yesteryear  and felt like we had been planted in a period film. There was also a classic car rally when we were there so there were all these vintage motors cruising around (see gallery below) which only added to this overlapping of the past over the present I was experiencing…

To see a gallery of other photographs from Paris other than the ones you have looked at this week please click here

 

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The Gilet Jaunes mobilised again the weekend I was in Paris and we saw them congregating before marching up to the Arc de Triomphe. They went off and started a mini riot and were met with police brutality, tear gas and water canons. Meanwhile we went off to the Henri Cartier Bresson Foundation and saw a great exhibition of the work of Martine Franck. We live in strange times.

Civil unrest is definitely spreading all over the globe and in the news there is now a familiar, almost daily sight of shots of riot police surrounded by billowing smoke violently pulling protestors to the ground but it is not until you read the caption can you tell where the photograph was taken. And all the while life carries on as normal.

We returned to the Champs Elysee the next day and apart from a few smashed windows you could not tell anything had taken place at all. Everything had been cleared up, swept away, but the truth is you cannot brush these problems aside. That is why movements have sprung up across the world in the first place. There are giant chunks of populations who have been ignored for too long and they are now making themselves be seen and heard. The Gilet Jaunes are not fucking around. The French probably do civil unrest probably better than anyone and have a strong history or defiance and revolt and by the looks of determination on their faces this is just beginning…

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Spending time on a underground system is definitely a busman’s holiday if you are from London. Its also a bit like being in a parallel dimension (which I visit now and again) Everything seems familiar yet very different at the same time. Main differences are its a lot cheaper, quicker, less crowded and more efficient than the London tube. Similarities? Everyone on it still looks pretty miserable.

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They have a scooter scheme in Paris like the Santander bikes in London but people do not return them to a designated area, they just leave them all over the city. You see them everywhere. It would appear that the system is failing as no-one puts them back where they should so they appear in random places wherever you go. Poor things, left there, lost and lonely, abandoned. Life’s tough on the streets, at least sometimes they are together…

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This week’s photographs feature the current Portobello Wall Public Art project by Anastasia Russa. Over the summer I passed by most days and saw it come to life during an endless stream of sunshine. On most days you could see the artist, mostly hidden under her customary sun hat, working on the next portrait.  It was great to see this work of art build and grow as the project progressed. The mural which spans one entire block along Portobello Rd shows the changing eras and inhabitants of the area. The artist is not from the area but spent months talking to locals as to who should be included.

Among those featured are Piers Thompson who runs Portobello Radio, Khadija Saye, an artist who died in the Grenfell fire and Tim Burke, who was a lovely man and a neighbour of mine, who tragically took his own life at the end of last year. These are interspersed with other locals from both past and present.

I am interested in how art on the streets, whether commissioned or not, affects the inhabitants of the area it appears in. Whether we are consciously aware of it, there is an interaction, a connection, a moment of reflection. Even though art is not technically essential for survival, it is still integral and necessary to our lives. Its presence can uplift and create a fleeting instance of calm in the chaos whilst also providing little pockets of  visual pleasure from within the humdrum of the daily backdrop. A lot of art related projects were the first things to be axed by councils when austerity measures slashed their budgets in half as they felt extraneous to living but I think art, of any nature,  is vital and can make the difference between being happy and not.

Last week I showed a lot of local tagging and how little it contributed other than to serve as a force for defacement. Maybe I was a little hard on Boner (sorry ;) but signatures used to accompany a piece of work, not be the piece of work and so, when you see actual art in action, as in this mural, you see how it can light up a street and bring colour to the greyness.

To see the full gallery please click on this link: https://babycakesromero.com/photography/artwall/ 

for more info on this project: https://www.rbkc.gov.uk/leisure-and-culture/culture/current-portobello-wall-public-art-project

Have been doing a lot of doorstep documentation recently so going to venture a little further afield..next stop, Paris!