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 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.
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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.
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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.
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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my nights out, my Berlin…
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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…
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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Berlin…
Next week: MYBRLNites!
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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Berlin…
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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Berlin…
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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my berlin…
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MASSIVE ATTACK IN PARIS
Me and my camera in someone else’s town…
I had the privilege of being given a photographic assignment to document Massive Attack’s headline gig at the Fete De l’Humanite in Paris last weekend. There were 80,000 people there. It was immense.
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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
Massive Attack On Blackheath.
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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
Riddle me this…rhinos are being killed off to the point of extinction so their horns can be ground up and sold as aphrodisiacs in the far east…this begs the following bullet points:
a) Why don’t they just get Viagra? It works and nothing dies
b) Why do they so desperately need something to get it up? Are their females so unappealing to them? For most hetro males women are the aphrodisiac…
c) If its that’s hard (pun kinda intended) for these men to achieve sexual arousal they might want to consider they’re possibly shooting in the wrong firing range
d) Leave the fucking rhinos alone! Its a fucking placebo…just grow a pair and then you might just find you don’t need it…
Getting a bit vocal this week, not sure why…I used to do a blog called Rant ‘o’ Clock. Looks like it might be that time again…
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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
Next week Scotland will vote whether they want to stay in the U.K or not. Its probably not a great advert for your country when people want to leave it. If they do, I would imagine they might have to reconsider the name as United Kingdom is going to be nothing short of a massive oxymoron. My proposal is they call it the Un-united Kingdom. I know it looks like someone is saying the old name with a stutter but it would definitely be more appropriate.
While we’re at it we might want to drop the “Great” from Great Britain. Isn’t it time? It also resides in the paradoxical zone these days. Hasn’t it sunk it that we are the only country that has our name begin with a massive self-congratulatory aren’t we fucking awesome adjective? Can’t we let it go and be happy just being “Britain”? Maybe then Scotland would want to stay…
You are looking at a picture of Denise Van Outen. I have no idea what she has to do with any of this.
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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
Fancy building a Dolly shrine in your home? This could be just the thing for you…just as long as you don’t scare easily.
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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
