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 started the week with the carnival and am going to end with it as well as had to include this photograph. These two gentlemen are Italian tourists who I spotted waltzing drunk down Portobello Road all kitted up for carnival. Only problem was..they were a whole day early. They either got the date totally wrong or were just too hyped up to wait till the following day to wear their snazzy outfits. They tried to brazen it out and were even giving passersby drunken glances of contempt for not getting into the carnival spirit. I kind of loved them for that. They were probably going to go home and say how shit carnival was…just lots of clothes stalls and people sitting around drinking coffee…
By the way if anyone has ever replied to one of my email posts I have never received as is a donotreply address which comes straight from website (this is not abundantly clear). Anyway, would like to apologise if you feel you were ignored in any way and if you would like to get in touch please email bcr@babycakesromero.com or comment on the site itself. Chars!
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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

This photo has been added to the gallery “dead in the mincers”. Click here to view
He’s giving me a look but to be fair, I’m not the one in the Pith helmet…
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#MYLDN 421 – Notting Hill Carnival 2014
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
It chucked it down on Carnival Monday this year..it put off hundreds of thousands of people but those who came were the party die-hards who weren’t going to let a bit of rain get in the way of their big weekend. If anything, they seemed to enjoy themselves even more than usual, as you can see…
It was a true display of humanity at is best: playful, defiant, jubilant, harmonious and just a little bit wasted…okay, maybe more than just a little bit…
To see the full gallery please click here
P.s Its good to be back…normal service has now resumed…
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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
H.B.K.L.F.X
P.s: This will be my last post for a while as I am going all European again and taking off the month of August so I can mooch about doing jack all…some might call it laziness, I call it living. I hope you all have a rockin summer…see you in September! x
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Me and my camera in someone else’s field, my festival season, my glastonbury
To see the full Glasto Gallery please click here
I did spend most of my Glasto at Despacio mainly for the simple reason it was “The best party at the best party in the world” ©. The council shut it down early on Saturday due to sound levels as apparently there was “too much wattage” – the atmosphere was electric so I guess that’s what did it?! It was absolutely gut wrenching for everyone there who were literally having the time of their lives and for the sleeping neighbours they were undoubtedly none the wiser that 800 people had their hearts broken in the flick of a switch.
Every minute on the Despacio floor is to be cherished and with 80 precious minutes still to go and the ultimate building crescendo finale taken away from us, we all stood there in total shock as the lights went up. Faces of joy turned to faces of horror. It was as if our still beating hearts had been ripped out by the freaky voodoo guy in Indiana Jones 2. Overly dramatic? If you were there you know I am not exaggerating. What killed even more was rather than hug all my new random dance floor best friends and celebrate that we had all been at “The best party at the best party in the world” © (yes I am trying to make T.B.P.A.T.B.P.I.T.W happen) we all just sloped off into the night knowing that everything would be a massive drop down by comparison. And it was.
Overall though Glasto 14 was a killer from start to finish. Immense fun throughout. Yes, its total carnage. Battling with mud and tents and 200,000 people (mostly off their faces) in a massive temporary town with slightly unsavoury facilities but it is oh so worth it. Glasto knocks the pathetic prissy city dweller out of you and drops your standards to zero and below and soon enough you’re covered in crap and you just don’t care. Roll on 2015!


























