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

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Bangkok is kinda insane. A giant sprawling relentless metropolis chock full of buildings, people and vehicles. It reminded me more of fictitious futuristic cities like Mega City 1 where Judge Dredd lives or an Asian Gotham.  It makes London seem quiet and tame by comparison which is nuts in itself. Although the population seems more concentrated than London, it feels like it runs smoother, more in unison, more like a functional ant colony. There seems to be a more collective understanding with everyone moves at same pace in steady flows rather than here where everyone marches around at their own pace, darting about, pushing people out of the way as they fight for space. For example, despite a chronic traffic problem, there is almost zero road rage.

It is very hot and very busy and I found it slightly overwhelming when I first arrived. I was actually photographically paralysed for the first few days I was there and barely took my camera out as everywhere I looked there was something that I felt I should be documenting but somehow couldn’t. There was just too much to focus on and I didn’t know where to start. So I just tried to soak it all in and get a handle on the place.

I also felt that a lot of what I wanted to capture had already been covered by other photographers who’s feed I had seen on Instagram. I  follow a lot of street photographers from all over the world and felt, in some ways, I had already seen a lot of what I was looking at. So I felt I really wanted to hold back, not just to snap away at every turn but to think about this new alien culture I was in and to try and get an understanding of what I was surrounded by before attempting to document it.

What does strike you immediately is how friendly and warm and smiley the Thai people are. Mostly. Obviously. But they are genuinely fucking lovely. Here’s a question for you…if you make a negative generalisation about people it is considered racist but what if you make a positive generalisation about a country’s population? Is that ok? Is that reverse racism? Is there a word for that? Positivism? Proracist? (answers on a postcard)

e.g.: “I love the blah blah people” “Oh my god,  you’re such a positivist! Its 2017, you can’t say things like that anymore. Its respectful!”

Anyway, food for thought. Actually I should mention that the food is also spectacular. Everything we ate was delicious and every dish was like a little taste sensation firework display went off in your mouth.

What also I worked out about Bangkok it that it is a city that visually comes alive at night. It is also manageably easier to get around as it is essentially too hot with too poor air quality to walk around in the daytime. This is also slightly true of the nighttime but comparatively better. Next week’s photos will cover this nocturnal side so stay tuned for MYBKKnites..coming up!

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

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

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

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

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my EU, my Madrid

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This week’s photographs are all from the magnificent city which is Madrid. (to see full gallery click here).

One of the things that appealed about Madrid is it didn’t feel like it had been ravaged by high rents and gentrification. It felt affordable and the centre was still bustling with locals who lived there. It just had a great vibe. Buzzing but relaxed. Such a beautiful combo. There was a headline in London’s Metro newspaper a while back which stated that it was cheaper to live in Madrid and commute to London every day than it was to live there. So within moments of being there I loved it and fantasised about moving there and up until last Friday, that was a possibility. But not anymore.  The snapped subjects featured all seem to have the same accusatory look on their face: what the hell have you done? And I can’t but ask the same question, as indeed are half the population.

When I first heard result there was just one phrase which ran through my head. Country Suicide. It didn’t feel like there has ever been a more self-destructive act by a nation in peace time history. Everyone’s now boshing out their opinions as to what exactly happened, experts, pundits, politicians, you name it, we’re all wracking out brains trying to work out how exactly we catapulted ourselves into this horrendous mess.

You could blame David Cameron for recklessly and arrogantly calling this referendum as a power play within his own party with no concern for the potential repercussions for this country.

You could blame Boris Johnson for recklessly and arrogantly joining the ‘Leave’ campaign as a power play within his own party with no concern for the potential repercussions for this country.

You could blame Nigel Farage for stoking the flames of racial hatred, fuelling people’s irrational fears about immigration and using outright lies to convince people to vote ‘leave’.

You could blame newspapers such as the Mail and the Sun  for stoking the flames of racial hatred fuelling people’s irrational fears about immigration and endorsing outright lies to convince people into voting ‘leave’.

You could blame the Remain campaign for using scaremonger tactics and only presenting negative consequences for leaving Europe rather than present it as a positive force in our lives.

You could blame the inefficacy of the establishment telling people who have nothing that they will be worse off and expect it to have an impact.

You could blame the Elite for suggesting that ‘trickledown economics’ worked when they made sure it was only ever themselves that profited  leading huge sways of the population to use their vote to cry out  ‘fuck you’ in a burst of anti-establishment rage.

You could blame the current Government for presenting the bizarre paradox of offering our nation the right to choose then telling us how to vote.

You could blame the current Government for the confusing proposition of calling something that they didn’t want and then expect a nation, a majority of whom they have squeezed dry with austerity cuts and whose voice they have systematically ignored throughout their time in office to then get behind them.

You could blame the Remainers whose sense of complacency to a general lack of activity in comparison to the Leavers.

You could blame the Leavers who just voted to show their discontent against a vast array of factors without even knowing what they were really voting for. (I spoke to someone who voted Leave “to keep the ‘”Pakis and the Chinese out”. Mate, the clue’s in the title, they’re from Pakistan and China which, for the record, are in Asia not Europe)

You could blame the Leavers who just voted as a protest thinking Remain would definitely win.

You could blame the older generation who voted in an attempt to reclaim the country of their youth, regardless of the fact that it no longer exists and regardless of the fact that it will affect this country for generations to come when they are no longer even here.

You could blame the apathetic youth for not voting (only 38% turnout in 18-24s compared with 80% of over 65s) or taking an active stance in the society they live in which effectively allowed the result to be defined by an older generation.

You could blame the racists of this country who used this referendum to turn on immigrants and blame them for all the ills in our society (obvs never heard that one before)

You could blame the fact that the population of this country were never consulted or explained the reason or consequence of huge influxes of immigration leading to hostility and a sense that their world was being altered against their will.

You could blame Corbyn for not doing enough (he gets blamed for everything else, why not this too?)

You could blame the London bubble for turning their back on the rest of the country who have been ignored and marginalised for decades as capital city prosperity and opportunities were denied to them creating rising resentment and massive inequality.

You could blame all of these people and you would be mostly be right on all counts but but being right is not going to get us out of this mess. Truth is, there are so many factors & players involved to create this perfect shit storm that no-one is really totally to blame and we are all ultimately responsible.

Recriminations will get us absolutely nowhere. We have to now find a solution together. We’re just gonna have to eat shit and deal with it. The tragedy is that  this has caused a  huge divisive gulf to open up between different sections of the population, full of blame & resentment against each other. Whereas an undeniable proportion of ‘outers’ voted driven by a mistrust of foreigners there is now a massive mistrust amongst each other. Which way did you vote? What side are you on? The most fucked up thing is uptil this point we felt relatively together as a nation but it turns out that was clearly an illusion.

The worst thing of all is that, we have galvanised the far right in other European countries to fight for their own independence and to promote racial hatred. What a horrendous thing to be responsible for. Modern Britain, until this result, stood for inclusion and tolerance and a chance at a decent life for all. Refugees, who had risked their life to get out of their war torn countries did not want to stop until they got to Britain because we represented real opportunity to start anew  and not be held back and marginalised just because you are an immigrant. The saddest thing is that now, we will become known as a country that want immigrants out and this is from a country that led the fight against Facism and everything it represented in World War 2. If Facism went on the march again and another world war broke out you now even have to question what side would we be on?

As the quote from The Dark Knight states: You either die a hero or live long enough to become the bad guy

We cannot become the bad guys. Its too twisted.

 

p.s when am I going to wake up?

 

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my madrid

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my madrid

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my bank holiday visit, my Hove

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my an daingean, my dingle

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to see the full gallery please click here

Dingle or as its called in Ireland, An Daingean is at the end of the most western peninsula of the Emerald Isle with nothing but the Atlantic ocean for a neighbour. Its remoteness has meant it has existed largely in isolation and as a result is probably the closest you can get to time travel without getting in a Delorean. It feels largely unaffected by modernity and the people that live there seem to have a genuinely close community,  a relatively rare thing these days.

It is strangely alluring and a perfect antidote to 21st century city living. Many have come here and fallen in love with the place and then never left, including a dolphin named Fungy who has lived in the bay for decades. There is a small possibility he might just have an appalling sense of direction and can’t find his way back out to the ocean but I did actually see him whilst there and he was repeatedly leaping out of the water to interact with a man in a boat and he looked pretty happy…although saying that dolphins always look like they’re smiling so kinda difficult to tell really. I mean, how would you know a dolphin was depressed when their face is designed to show the opposite? I dolphin digress…this really has nothing to do with the photographs I have been showing you this week.

Every year they stage a procession on St. Stephens Day aka Boxing Day aka The Wren which is a pagan festival dating back centuries. Everyone gets kitted out in costumes and masks and I have to say it is a little bit creepy. There is a darker tone to it than it just being a bit of dress up. It feels  like you are in the Wicker Man (the original not the laughable Nic Cage version)  only they don’t actually set fire to anyone, not as far as I’m aware anyway…

 

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my an daingean, my dingle

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my an daingean, my dingle

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my an daingean, my dingle

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Happy new year!

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Me and my camera in someone else’s country, my U.S.A, my California

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California is a stunning place to visit. Geographically its jaw dropping and is worth visiting for Death Valley alone. As a place to live it is however far from perfect despite the pristine illusion. It contains both the best and worst excesses of America. Despite the fact they are apparently virtually bankrupt there is nothing to suggest it. Its still golden and gleaming and has sidewalks so clean you could eat off. There are also still many immaculate front lawns of both residential and commercial properties despite their ongoing drought.

It is also the only place that I have visited that has a centre dedicated to me. (see above). All my fans get to congregate in one place and are then thrown in the reservoir…haha.

To see the full “Cally Gallery” please click here.

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Me and my camera in someone else’s country, my U.S.A, my California

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Me and my camera in someone else’s country, my U.S.A, my California

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Me and my camera in someone else’s country, my U.S.A, my California

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