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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

sign wars

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

You were a veagon, now you will be gone!

You may or may not know this but Veganuary is in full swing. I do not have any issue with people being encouraged to eat less meat. We’ve all seen the stats. Meat consumption at its current levels is just not sustainable for the future. Takes up too much land and too much water, both of which we ourselves will need to survive as the planet warms so it will eventually be a case of who do we feed…us or the animals we eat? We’re gonna have to cut out the middle man at some point. So any attempt to get us out of this cul de sac the human race has found itself in is a good thing.  But what I do have issue with is really bad puns. Veganuary? Really? Is that the best you could do? There is something about veganism that encourages really bad word play as they try to find alternate versions of names for meat products. Not sure if they are trying to be funny but they are failing. As a demographic vegans have a reputation for not having a sense of humour so that would at least tally.

There is a joke that goes “how do you know someone’s a vegan? Because they tell you” which goes someway to highlighting the often smug sanctimonious attitude that often comes with the decision to go animal product free. I guess a lot of it is no-one likes to be told what they are doing is wrong and evil and it doesn’t help if this information is dished out with an air of superiority and worthiness. No wonder it gets people’s backs up which is a shame as the message does need to get across somehow.

The delivery of the message has previously always had the angle of trying to guilt people into action but it doesn’t work so why do it? There is a bit of a vegan explosion (sorry that doesn’t mean blowing up vegans) going on at the moment in this country and I believe this is because of Simon Anstell’s documentary “Carnage” which uses comedic satire to get the point across and its clearly worked. According to the Vegan Society, there are now at least 542,000 vegans in the UK; 10 years ago, that figure was about 150,000. So maybe dodgy puns are the answer. If they make people laugh maybe that will make them buy the products. If only they were actually funny and not cringe able. Sheese? Really? Sheese Louise! (see what they make you do? You can’t help yourself)

Where do I stand in all of this? I’ve been a peskytarian for decades but have recently become an 85% indoor vegan. What does that mean? It means I mostly don’t have any animal products in the house and only occasionally have a pizza but am largely animal product free. Largely? Mostly? 85% What the fuck are you talking about? What kind of a cop out is that? Well, unlike many people, I do not consider my food choices akin to a religion. There is no rule book. If there is I have never seen one. People say, how can you call yourself a vegan if you occasionally eat cheese or whatever? I can do whatever I like because I don’t actually call myself anything.

It has become aware to me that our food choices have become somewhat tribal and evangelical creating a multitude of in groups and out groups to assign yourself to but I think it just creates polarisation and alienation and is ultimately a distraction from the matter in hand. It doesn’t matter how purist you are about it, what everyone needs to do is to just eat a shit load less meat. And we all know it.

My line is, if everyone was 85% vegan then it would be problem solved. We don’t need to cut it out completely. We just need to (m)eat less. Ok that’s another bad pun, see what I’m saying? Its contagious. I actually need to stop talking about veganism as its making me unfunny. I might lose my sense of hummus completely. (just shoot me, but don’t eat me after yeah? Its Veganuary remember)

If you have never seen Scott Pilgrim vs the world then the title of this blog won’t make much sense but is, as established above, one of those very rare things, possibly one of a kind – it’s a genuinely humorous pun about veganism. Film is brilliant. Why not watch after ‘Carnage”…you can veg out with a Double Vegan bill (ok, I’m outta here, I can feel the funny draining from my very being)

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Age brings physical fall out and obviously some cognitive wear and tear but the person you are, the person you were, the person you always have been is and always will be inside. We view older people as different but they are exactly the same, its just the outer casing that has deteriorated. Consequently old people are marginalised by the rest of society . There is this notion that you change as you get older and yes, you get battlescars from the experiences life has dished your way which affects the way you are but your personality remains largely unchanged, and yet the way you are looked at and treated is utterly different.

I think the reason its easier to believe you change as you get old is that no-one likes the idea of being the person they are trapped in a decaying shell but that is the truth. If we admitted to ourselves this is what our eventual fate will be, we would then treat old people differently and keep them connected to the world rather than let them drift into isolation and irrelevance. Its easier to forget about them, to hide them away, put them in homes, leave them to their own devices so we are not reminded that we will one day be them.

The woman in the photograph is Velma. I have known her for nearly 20 years and she is well into her 80s. She still has a great spirit and attitude and managed to engage with the modern world and its inhabitants on her own terms and with relative ease. I think I want to be Velma when I grow up. Its too easy to get bitter and cynical as you get older. I included shots this week of both those with positive spirit intact, grateful for existence and those who have settled into regret & resentment as they somehow feel cheated that their life didn’t go the way they imagined or believed they deserved.

Truth is none of us deserve anything. Love, work, money, friendship..it all has to be earnt. Happy healthy living is not a right, you have to work at it. You have to fight to survive and succeed. If you feel you are owed a full life  you are mistaken. Old age is a privilege not a given. Remember this…if you are showing signs of deterioration do not complain, you are one of the lucky ones. It means you have lived long enough for this to happen. Consider it a badge of honour.

 

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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

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

The W.11 postcode is proud to present…Attack of the Poshos! The Chelseafication of this area finally appears to be complete. Blame Julia Roberts, blame Hugh Grant, blame Paddington Bear, blame whoever you want, it won’t change what has happened and it ain’t ever going back to the way it was. As so many areas have changed in London over the decades, possibly none more so than Notting Hill. Back in the 60s, it was literally slums, and now, it is ironically inhabited by the Chelsea set who are slumming it in W.11 because they can’t afford to live in SW3. Those poor people, actually, sorry, those rich people, okay, rich poor people…

So this area was an area no-one wanted to live in and now it is an area no-one can afford to live in. Progress? Hmm, not so sure.

P.s wishing you all a happy new year and the best of luck for 2018. Lets be honest, it can’t be worse than 2017, can it? Can it? (scared high pitched voice).

 

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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

I knew my area had gone posh but its getting kinda ridiculous…

 

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

Following on from yesterday this seemed rather appropriate…

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And so the sun had barely set on the first day of the New Year and I had already burnt my dinner. It seemed that this was maybe a bad omen of things to come for this year but before I could descend into a negative outlook the oil began to evaporate in front of my eyes producing the smiley face above. Surely this was a sign? A message to stay positive and be happy? I decided to take it as one although fully aware that the decision was mine. As it always is for all of us all the time on everything. We cannot control what happens around us but we can control how we process them. Shakey (‘speare not stevens) probably said it best: “Nothing is bad. Only thinking makes it so”. But the same is true in both directions in all situations. At each and every turn you have a choice how you perceive things. The world is of our own making. Worth remembering as we shape the coming year…first internally, then externally.

Happy New Year! Let’s make it a good one…

 

#MerryMYLDNXmas!

Me and my camera wishing you all a very Merry Xmas and a happy New Year!

And so we come to the end of the year and all there is to say is..thank fuck that’s over! 2o17 started with such doom and gloom and it never really abated. The world went to the dark side and rarely emerged out of it. The future looked so unbright it made me switch to black and white photography. Everything just seemed greyer, no colour & no glimmer of hope. Black and white also felt like the perfect way to mirror the stark polarisation of societies around the world as everyone got into their own respective and opposing camps. Everything went very black and white with the disappearance of the middle ground in favour of major lunges towards  hostile extremities.

The misery inducing forces of Brexit and Trump and the sense of global meltdown driven by the refugee crisis and the continued and worsening climate chaos got so bad it actually made me switch off the news completely for the first  time in my adult life. Consequently I didn’t look at a single piece of news anywhere for the first six months of this year as it felt over-powering and this combined with a feeling of utter powerlessness made it too much to bear.

The only reason I got dragged back was Maybot calling the snap election and then it felt impossible to ignore the relentless self-destruction of this country. And so it continued. Hope gave way to horror and common sense got annihilated by populist opinion riddled with bullshit and lies. The fact this year gave birth to the concept of fake news shows just how far from the truth we have strayed. And we had also clearly veered off the path of morality and decency into an uncaring world where the plight of the needy and the desperate, both abroad and at home, were no longer a concern for western democracies.

And yet, having said all that, I’m kinda done dwelling on the shite. Regardless of what is happening we still have a choice what we choose to focus on which is why this week I have shown a series of photographs all taken during the last few days showing people having a good time, united by music and showing that humans can be brilliant together, full of love and togetherness and joy. And all in colour! I had a great time at lots of different nights out with lots of different groups of people but what they all had in common was a demonstration that hate and division is definitely NOT a requisite of human interaction. It can be so very very different. Enjoying life might not seem very productive in the scheme of things but it is way more constructive than being destructive. We can all sit at home and bemoan the plight of the planet and its population or we can just go out and rinse existence for all its worth…

The last few weeks has been a  fairly non-stop party fest for me and it really showed me that even when everything goes to crap and things look grimmer than they ever have the human spirit cannot be extinguished. We forge on no matter what always in the hope that things will improve. And hope might be a misguided delusional notion but its all we have and it might just be enough. So let’s leave the shit to the shits and the rest of us can do what humans do best – hang out, be good to each other and have fun…all in favour..raise your hands!

See you in 2018!

P.s This photograph was taken at the Soulwax gig at the roundhouse at the weekend. If you want to see the full gallery please click here

 

 

 

 

#Myldnites – XOYO

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london nights…

A blue light shines down on Charlotte during her performance at XOYO on saturday. #nofilteriswear

#Myldnites – The Roundhouse

Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london nights…

Jarvis Cocker hands out quality street to the crowd at the Roundhouse  – bless his little cotton socks.