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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my united states, my downtown fresno

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my united states, my downtown fresno

More Downtown Fresno shots next week…

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my united states, my downtown fresno

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my united states, my downtown fresno

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my united states, my downtown fresno

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my united states, my downtown fresno

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my barcelona, my sonar festival

to see the full Sonar Gallery please click here

Sonar is a gi-normous beast of an electronic music festival that takes place predominantly in an insanely large aircraft hangar on the outskirts of Barcelona. It has grown and grown since I was first there in 2006 and it was pretty massive then. It has built on its great rep and now attracts tons of thousands of dance music aficionados & partygoers from all over the world. As its name and success have grown it has inevitably attracted a more mainstream audience, especially a lot of Brit blokes and birds that might once have gone to Megaluf and Ibiza now also come here too for a bit of sunshine raving.

It has over time become a very well-oiled machine and together with its vastness and corporate tie-ins has resulted in the loss of some of its coolness. Everything is now contained within the area 51 style location and all the satellite parties around it (anti-sonar etc) have been shut down. Its still a magnificent weekend with a fantastic line-up showcasing the best dance music around and Barcelona as a festival destination is second to none. Disco nights  and beach/pool side days are a glorious combination.

I will undoubtedly be there again, even if its just to see our friend Mary who will seemingly only be met on this weekend at this festival which she has been attending to for a whopping 13 years in a row….as darth would say, impressive, most impressive.

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my barcelona, my sonar festival

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my barcelona, my sonar festival

If you’re going to chat someone up at a festival why not do it with an empty box of gluten free beer on your head…

 

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my barcelona, my sonar festival

Nice to meet some die-hard fans on my travels…

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Me and my camera taking pictures of truckloads of motorbikes in SE Asia

To see the full gallery MoTorCyCleMaDneSS please click here

I got slightly obsessed with the motorcycle culture in SE Asia and it really became the focal point of my photography over there…

In Bangkok, as I mentioned before, motorbikes are really the only solution to get around the diabolical traffic. The main reason it has got so bad is the population has prospered creating much more car ownership which has glutted up the roads. It might be more pleasant to drive around in air conditioned SUVS but they have almost brought the city to a standstill. Although there are still tons of motorbikes everywhere and when they all line up at the traffic lights they look like giant motorcycle gangs are going to take over the city.

In Hanoi in Vietnam, where I took a lot of the photographs in this gallery, motorbikes & scooters are still very much the dominant form of transport and every street is chockablock with them. What is mind blowing to witness is that nobody pays any attention to anything. They do not stop at red lights, they do not stop if pedestrians are walking across, they do not stick to any particular side of the road and incredibly no-one crashes into one another. There is also not a single instance of road rage. Angry London drivers please take note…

Despite the seeming carnage, everyone moves in vague unison at roughly the same speed and just weave around each other & miraculously it works. It was seriously scary crossing the road but our friend Nat who had been there before advised us that the way to do it is just to keep walking at a steady pace and not to hesitate even when motorbikes are swishing past you left, right and centre. They will work around you he said, and they did. It was crazy.

I was also drawn to photograph this 2 wheeled frenzy because it felt like some sort of impending future reality. There will come a time in the not too distant when cars just won’t be practical anymore. Gridlock is becoming a regular occurrance in most cities around the world and it feels like it we are fast approaching the end of the road (bad pun for a bad situation)

As is so often the case with the modern world, progress is not always progress and 4 wheels are now the problem and two wheels might just be the solution. Cities like Bangkok & Ho Chi Min City perfectly demonstrate the overwhelming and unsustainable increase in the populations of the major cities around the world. The problem is  there are just too many of us and the slender motorbike & its ability to slip through the gaps in the gridlock shows just how we trapped we have become by relentless growth.

Add in the damaging, catastrophic impact of unrestrained use of fossil fuels and we might find the car becomes an impossible form of transport. Even if everyone went electric, over-population will eventually render cars unworkable  in the mega cities of the planet. So could motorbikes and their eco friendly versions the bicycle & the electric bike be the way of the future?

To end on a slightly more frivolous,less doom & gloom end of the world we’re all going to die observation is that everyone looks cooler on motorbikes than they would on any other form of transport. Doesn’t matter if you are old, young, hip or not, you will definitely look better. In Hanoi especially, everyone was kind of dressed like 60s French Mods so they all looked super fucking cool bombing around although capturing their finesse is a little bit tricky as they are mostly in motion.

The downside, as I discovered, to taking pictures of things on the move is that most of the time they are moving faster than my camera could focus which is fine as you long as you are willing to embrace the blur. For me this is never a problem. I like fuzzy. Fuzzy seems more like reality to me than pinpoint sharp high def but that is possibly just my eternal state of mind or maybe my failing eyesight. Proabably both.

Hope you enjoyed the last few weeks chronicling of  SE Asia, next week, I will be back on the streets of London..tally ho!

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Me and my camera taking pictures of truckloads of motorbikes in SE Asia

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Me and my camera taking pictures of truckloads of motorbikes in SE Asia

Everywhere you look on the streets of Vietnam and Thailand are families on motorbikes. You constantly see kids & even babies, either clinging on to the handlebars or sitting on the lap of either the driver or the passenger, restrained by no more than than a human grip. I even saw motorcyclists with one hand on one handlebar and the other clutching a toddler. It is jaw-dropping when you first see it and looks like a horrendous accident waiting to happen but everyone thinks nothing of it and acts as if its ok and so you feel like it is too.

And yet, if you saw a  child in the U.K  strewn on top of a speeding motorbike in such an unprotected way, they would be reported to social services and the parents prosecuted in a second. The health and safety brigade would blow a fuse if they saw what I saw but in these cultures it is not considered in anyway wrong. It is necessary so it happens. Who are we to judge?

One of the great things about travelling is that when you visit another culture that does certain things completely differently you realise your way is not necessarily the right way, its just one version of what’s possible or acceptable and alternatives to your set of norms not only exist but function equally as well in other societies.

In our society currently, we attempt to shield children from everything in an effort to protect them but there is enough research and evidence to suggest its possibly not the best solution. You can’t protect kids from life nor do you want to. Exposure and experience are their schools. That is how they learn. That is how they develop their skills. That is how they stop being afraid. The motorbiking parents of SE Asia do not care or love their kids less. They would be no less devastated if anything happened to them but what they know is that it’s essential to expose them to potential danger in order that they become used to how motorbikes move and weave around each other. They need to be on board so they can observe from a young age how everyone does it so that they will be capable and cope when they are grown up.

What would be considered insanely irresponsible in this country is in fact just a necessary method to future proof them and make these kids grow up into functional adults who aren’t scared of being on the road. Their methods might be different, but the aim of these parents is still the same as parents in Western society and indeed the same as parents of all cultures and even all species:  keep your offspring alive at all costs but if it’s at the expense of learning how to survive, it could be counter-productive…

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Me and my camera taking pictures of truckloads of motorbikes in SE Asia

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Me and my camera taking pictures of truckloads of motorbikes in SE Asia

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Me and my camera in someone else’s home town, my SE Asia trip, my Bangkoknites

This was taken at Studio Lam, which is a bar/club owned & run by my friend Nat. It is a very cool place and lost many hours dancing and drinking there till the early hours. The above musicians are part of the band Paradise International Molam Band who got the joint  jumping one night with their unique blend of traditional Thai sounds from the past with a more modern dance groove.  Check out their albums here

To see the full gallery MYBKK please click here

I will be continuing to bring you photographs from my trip to SE Asia so stay tuned…next week – MoTorCYcle MAdneSS!!

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Me and my camera in someone else’s home town, my SE Asia trip, my Bangkoknites

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Soi Cowboy is a street in Bangkok dedicated to strip clubs and caters for the demands of the Falang (foreigner) sex industry which attracts every conceivable male cliche you can imagine. It is however a visually stunning street, chock full  of neon. Thailand & Bangkok especially has a reputation for this kind of thing but it really represents a microscopic fraction of what this culture and city are about. The real Bangkok has a great vibe – the tourist Bangkok is somewhat of a sad depressing place.

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We went through the Ko San Road one day which was made famous by the novel/film The Beach. Despite the fact that its best days are well and truly behind it (and have been for many many years) travellers still congregate there in droves. The fact that it is literally the worst street in the city doesn’t seem to deter them. You come half way across the globe to travel & experience other societies in action then you head straight for a place where there are no locals except for the ones trying to rip you off, you are surrounded by people just like you and no-one is even close to getting an authentic experience..but still they come here…makes no sense.

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It actually feels like these places were created purely to lure tourists and keep them away from the rest of the city so they don’t ruin it. That at least makes sense. The fact that it actually works is somewhat baffling.

 

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Me and my camera in someone else’s home town, my SE Asia trip, my Bangkoknites

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I mentioned before that Bangkok has a chronic traffic problem & at times it is crazy inducing bad. When we first arrived we got stuck on one of the main artery roads where our air bnb was and it took us half an hour to go 1 kilometre. The only way to really get around is on motorcycle taxis which slip through the gaps and actually move in a world of vehicular stasis.

Its actually a brilliant service and there is nothing like bombing around a city as exciting as Bangkok on the back of a motorbike. The only downside is if there is two of you, you have to get separate ones and meet at the other end, which is all well and good unless one of your drivers isn’t really a licensed taxi biker and doesn’t know where he is going so follows the other one which works fine until some old guy walks out in front of you without looking and you have to screech to a halt to stop running him over which in turn causes you to lose the other motorbike with your girlfriend on board who is now missing in Bangkok somewhere and their phone is dead and you can’t get hold of them and then you find out your two drivers have only just met and they can’t get in touch with each other either and all you are now doing as you wait in hope is compose in your head your impending conversation to the mother of your girlfriend trying to explain how you kinda mislaid her daughter halfway around the world in a crazy city & you don’t know exactly where she is. Yes, that did happen. Fortunately I never had to make the call as we were eventually reunited. We chose not to adopt that approach to travelling around the city again.

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Me and my camera in someone else’s home town, my SE Asia trip, my Bangkok nites.

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Found a portal into another dimension down a backstreet in Bangkok which surprisingly wasn’t in any of the guides. I can’t really say too much about it or where it was as I  don’t want it to be overrun with tourists.

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Me and my camera in someone else’s home town, my SE Asia trip, my Bangkok nites

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The King of Thailand, Bhumibol Adulyadej, died a few weeks before we went out there and the entire nation was still very much in mourning. He was clearly very loved and as I got to learn more about him I could really start to see why.

He was a talented composer, musician, photographer, all round renaissance guy as well being a down-to-earth man of the people whilst still managing to perfectly maintain the regality and respect that such a role required. Much has been made of the law in Thailand that makes it illegal for anyone to say anything negative or disrespectful about him but with King Bhumibol you could see that it really wasn’t too much of a problem for anyone. They loved him. A waiter at one of the places we ate at even broke down in tears as he described how grief stricken he was.

Every building had a giant effigy of him in some shape or form and his image towered over you almost wherever you were. In honour of him being a clarinet & sax jazz player/composer all malls and shops played his style of jazz music and will do so for an entire year so it was as if the entire city had its own movie soundtrack wherever you went which was strangely apt as you really feel like you are in a living inside a film in Bangkok. Its kind of Blade Runner meets Soylent Green meets Taxi Driver just without the killer androids, psycho de Niro or enforced cannibalism. So not much like them at all really…