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And so ends my photographic journey through California. Hope you enjoyed. I was initially trepidatious about going to America on this trip as it was going to be the first time I had visited since Trump came to power and I expected it to be visibly different but it wasn’t. There was no way of knowing. You forget when you watch the news that it isn’t real life. It has nothing to do with the everyday and it does not relate to the folk you meet.

I actually found that everyone seemed even friendlier and more chilled since I was last in California and that possibly had something to do with it now being Legal Weed World ‘n’ all (see wednesday’s post). I actually think it just highlighted the disparity between the perceived notion of a country and its people as fed to you by the media and what it actually is. Not to say that the Trump isn’t totally fucking horrendous on so many levels, he is, but he is not necessarily a  reflection of what it is to live and be in America.

Just like Brexit and the shit show that is our Government is not a reflection of a giant chunk of us here in the U.K. Although, you would also presume so if you were watching it on the News from abroad. Not saying it isn’t having an effect, it is, but your day-to-day is the same…you get up, you work, you eat, you hang out with people, what actually makes up our life is not affected at all. I would also, go as far to say that the things that really depress me in the news do not impact me at all and yet it is still difficult to ignore. The disparity between what we see is happening in the world and what we actually experience makes for quite a paradoxical existence.

One of the reasons I am doing this series now is that I just can’t bear to be here at the moment, even mentally. Nothing good is going to come from me losing my shit watching people, who we entrusted to govern, scrabble around to save themselves, with not a single thought for the impact it is having  on us or the country. And there is cock all point discussing it because no-one is listening. And so I choose to spend this time ‘being elsewhere’, anywhere but here…

…so next week, Stockholm! A place that actually gives a shit about its residents and their wellbeing…now isn’t that something?

 

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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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Slices of the American pie in the sunshine state this week, more to follow…

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Me and my camera in the good ole U.S of A…

 

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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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Me and camera in someone else’s town…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rodin’s work at his museum and former home in Paris blew me away, best sculpture I have seen in my life, an incredible collection, an amazing body of work, and in a beautiful building and grounds. His most famous piece is The Thinker but wasn’t my favourite at all. That would have to go to The Gates of Hell (a small detail featured in 2nd shot above). Jaw-dropping. He was inspired by Dante’s depiction of Satan’s lair and it was clearly a very positive influence as it produced some of his greatest work. Just shows evil can sometimes be a force for good, and a killer paradox in the process…and a pertinent piece for these times.

Despacio Is New York!

I always felt Despacio was born to be in New York as it is a city who’s clubbing history and heritage are somehow encapsulated in the spirit of the sound system. Larry Levan’s Paradise Garage, Studio 54 and Mancuso’s Loft Party to name a few of The Big Apple’s disco royalty are all woven into the strands of the DNA  of this updated augmented version.  What they all have in common is a relentless dedication to analogue sound quality perfection and good time vibes. And what a good fit Despacio in New York (DNY) turned out to be.  It was the perfect combo I always imagined it would be. The scariest thing to me is that I almost didn’t go and only decided I had to at the last minute simply because it was just not something I could ever live with missing. Despacio in New York? Hello? Are you crazy? How could I not be there?

The event was taking place at the Knockdown Centre in Queens which is a long way out from the centre of the city, and we drove to what seemed like the outskirts of town and then further and further still into an industrial district of NY I had never seen.  The area looked liked when you’ve got totally lost in Grand Theft Auto and you have no idea where the fuck you are. The longer the journey went on the more my anticipation grew and the remote destination somehow added to the sense of occasion. It really reminded me of, driving around country lanes, back in the day, in the middle of cocking nowhere, looking for an old school rave in a field somewhere in the back of beyond.

We walked into the giant warehouse space and were lured through the venue by the ambient sounds emanating from the darkness. We turned a corner and there it was, Despacio was back in all its glory, alive again. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I gazed at it.  It was 8:01pm and therefore the first minute of the first of three 8 hour sets which would take place over the next 72 hours in disco heaven.

It was quiet for the first couple of hours and it was great to see these unsuspecting punters walk in without really knowing what they were walking into or what was ahead of them. A handful of people stood  scattered around the checkered dancefloor, bathed in blue light, waiting for something to happen. It felt more like an art installation than a disco. Slowly but surely more arrived and the lights dimmed down further and people started to sway and shuffle to the chilled out tunes, still waiting for it to start, not quite realising that it is really them who are the event. They dictate what goes down. Despacio is very reactive and transforms according to how each crowd shapes and responds to it, and once it dawns on them that they are the party, that is when Despacio starts. And just as it has done on all previous Despacio outings I look around and everyone is grooving away, grinning from ear to ear, swaying together as one, basking in the warmth of the sound, which enveloped them in a warm glow and you could actually feel the happiness all around you – it was happening again!

As I was in New York I was half expecting the sort of wild disco dancers I had seen in Saturday Night Fever, Boogie Nights and Bill Bernstein’s “Disco” photography book but looking around at the casual fairly conservatively dressed crowd I realised that I was thinking of the inhabitants of Old New York and 70s movies and those people were in fact long gone. This was New New York and an altogether different beast from the city it once was. The crowd, although maybe not as flamboyant as their predecessors, had a very cool laid back vibe which along with the downtempo tunes created a super chilled atmosphere and a perfect reflection of why Despacio is the ultimate antidote to the hectic hit you on the head approach to modern clubbing.

Despacio means ‘slow’ and James Murphy and 2manydjs builds up the pace very very gradually which allows the crowd to ease into the night at their own pace and then everyone is also in sync with each other. When it does eventually kicks off they are totally ready rather than in a normal club where you have to play catch up on arrival to banging beats.  It means it all happens naturally rather than being forced and the payoff is so much greater as a result. You all grow together along with the music and when it finally erupts you are joined as one big ball of bliss. Every sense is stimulated to levels beyond normal reach in everyday life and the sensation of this extended state  of heightened sensory overload leaves you with a permanently warm glow of  euphoria that does not dissipate throughout the night.

There was almost no lights for the first few hours and although I normally like to see the happy faces of the Despacio crowd the darkness somehow suited the laid back New New Yorkers. And then out of nowhere, angelic vocal harmonies of a track (who’s name I don’t know but goes Ahhhh, aaaah, aaaah, Aaaaaaaah – do you know the one I mean?) burst forth out of the speaker stacks and suddenly the entire floor was bathed in brightness as the giant disco ball spun beams of white light around the crowd for the first time. Everyone went suitably bananas and from that moment on Despacio was a runaway train of blissful barnstormin brilliance as every track built on the last, catapulting  us further and further into disco dancing heaven.

James Murphy and 2manydjs have a perfect understanding on how to take a crowd on a journey, they know how when to build it up and drop it down better than anyone, teasing out tunes, creating anticipation, detonating the floor, making people go apeshit, letting the tempo subside, luring them in, building it back, knocking ’em dead, and they can do this over and over again. Gears are shifted, genres exchanged, bpms raised and lowered and all shunted into an 8 hour marathon where they never let the crowd go. And it is never the same twice. Each night is totally different, the selections shifting and morphing according to the feel of the crowd and the night. There is maybe 25% of the set which makes it into each event with what have become Despacio stand out spine tingling moments like “fly like an eagle”, “plastic dreams”, “safety dance” and “another one bites the dust” to name a few but the rest is whatever they feel like playing at any given moment. No pre-programmed set like so many big name djs sadly do these days,  just the immediacy of vinyl records being selected in the now, driven by the vibe and what the previous dj played. As the Sith Lord would say, impressive, most impressive.

Everyone was now clearly over the moon they had made it and were now all deliriously happy and totally g0bsmacked by what they were experiencing. The sound quality was off the chart, so crisp and sharp yet so warm and lush it enveloped you in pure joy. This is down to the staggering output of  the Mcintosh amps which deliver powerhouse performance and are the driving force of the system  that sets it apart from the rest. I couldn’t remember a time when it ever sounded better, even from the very first night when they often need to do a bit fine tuning and tinkering to get to optimum. The crowd looked utterly bowled over by what they were experiencing. As the night goes on you smile and connect with more and more people and as you catch each other eye’s with the same blissed out expression on your face you can’t help but want to share it. I  spoke to lots of dancers on the floor as I cruised around taking photographs and they were all pretty Despacio delirious  and exclaimed they had never encountered anything like it. A lot of them said that it felt like the spirit of Old New York returning which I think is the ultimate compliment.

You could almost see the light of those parties that gave the city its reputation being rekindled and a new wave of old school vibes beginning, which in some ways is already underway in NY with events such as the Mr Sunday/Nowadays parties  put on by Eamon Harkin who was actually there on the Friday to check it out.  It really does feel there is a growing clubbing movement who are spearheading this return to hi-end analogue systems combined with chilled friendly folk. A winning combo in my book. In London it is also happening with  venues such as Spiritland & Brilliant Corners  who have made sound excellence a priority and focal point and, for me, Despacio and all these other like-minded enterprises signal the continued counter revolution against digital compression which sacrificed  quality for convenience.

I reckon I clocked up about 18 hours a night on the dancefloor each night and there was no drop off, no dip, just back to back dancing heaven. Thursday might have been my favourite just because there was more room to get around. Friday and saturday were completely sold out and as a result it was jam packed on the dancefloor which I have to say was the only downside as it was difficult to bust out your best moves with limited space and much harder to cruise around and interact. On the first night I was taking people on tours of the sweet spots as I showed them how there are certain points which are marked out by John Klett, the designer of Despacio, to show where the speakers converge revealing the different shades of sound that are created by the system. For example the sweet spot directly under the giant glitter ball is bass heavy, filling your body with deep vibrations whilst the one at the front and back have a cleaner sharper sound and highlight different layers of the track. I still can’t get over the fact that there are alternate sound experiences on the same dancefloor depending on where you are and I still can’t get over the fact that you can chat easily without shouting when you are directly in front of one of the speaker stacks, which miraculously almost seems a little quieter as you walk towards them, the air around them somehow creating a vacuum making the soundwaves glide over you in perfect harmony.

Despacio is still relatively under the radar and a lot of people have not heard about it and that also makes it something very special as you feel privileged to be there but the word is definitely spreading and for those in the know, for those who have felt its glory, they will do anything they can to be there. I spoke to a couple who had flown over from Mexico City, others I chatted with had come as far afield as Chicago and Atlanta. There were also West coasters there who had seen it at Coachella and I even ran into a few I had met there and it was like having a reunion with old friends. Even spotted Jennifer Lawrence in the crowd rockin out right next to us having an absolute ball. And then there was Gabriel who flew all the way from Peru to be there. I had met him in London through a friend and who I had raved to him relentlessly about how incredible Despacio was and I must have done a number on him because he had believed me and come all the way from Peru to check it out. Fortunately he was deliriously happy he had made it. He was there for two nights and exclaimed with a permanent grin on his face that it was the best decision he had ever made and the best musical experience he had ever had in his life. My Uncle who lives in NY came on the Saturday with his wife and they were beyond blown away by it all and he said it was the greatest thing he had been to in all of his 72 years on this planet and yes he is still out clubbing at 72, what a legend!

And then Despacio said, let there be light. And there was light. One of the show stopping moments is when, out of nowhere, the venue is suddenly awash with sunshine, pouring out of the disco ball above, as their own exclusive edit of the Beatles “Here comes the Sun” emanates from the speakers. They did this each night and its one of the most extraordinary and uplifting moments as you feel you are literally being bathed in sun rays. You actually feel the warmth although this must be a sensory illusion. They finished the last night with this mesmerising moment and as the crowd looked up to the heavens, basking in this solar sensation it truly summed up the positivity and joy of the entire weekend.

I have come to the conclusion that my favourite thing in the world is to dance to great music with a friendly crowd and amazing sound and Despacio is the best version of that experience. That is really all there is to say. I went non-stop for 3 consecutive nights and it never dropped off. It just keeps on delivering and as each night went on I spent more and more time on the dancefloor as I just didn’t want to waste a second of it elsewhere. As the last night headed ever closer to the 4am finish I was already getting DWS (despacio withdrawal symptoms) and thinking about when I would next be enraptured in this disco bubble universe. Its next outing is at Sonar’s 25th anniversary in Barcelona in June and I cannot friggin wait. When I am in Despacio everything makes sense. Music, people, existence. It is all exactly as it should be when I am rocking out on the floor, connecting with the tunes, the djs, the people around me and the overwhelming feeling of the event. I lose myself completely. I escape the confines of reality and I never want to come back…

To see the full gallery please click here: https://babycakesromero.com/photography/despacio-in-new-york-gallery/

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