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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 in someone else’s town, my barcelona, my sonar festival

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

I was out of the country from Thursday to Monday and in the time I was away the shock & horror had turned to sadness and to frustration and when visiting the site that evening it was clear these emotions had manifested to resentment and anger.

It was incredibly hard to go down to Grenfell Tower but it was even harder to stay away. This area has been engulfed by the tragedy and there is no avoiding it no matter where you are. As you walk around the streets here no-one is talking about anything else  and even though things carry on as normal, it is very far from normal. People are still shopping on Portobello Rd as usual but every shop, cafe and bar has posters with photographs of ‘missing’ residents from the Tower plastered all over their glass fronts by their families and loved ones desperate to cling onto a glimmer of hope . There is also a very eerie atmosphere wherever you go and it is unusually quiet.

When we went to the base of the tower by Latimer Rd many people were congregating. Some silent, lost in their own terrible thoughts as they stared upwards, some sobbing, grief-stricken whilst others had formed groups and were discussing how something needed to be done and that they needed to organise themselves. This is a community that has already been squeezed and squeezed and also utterly ignored for such a long time and they spoke as if this was the inevitable tragic conclusion of a long history of neglect and lack of concern on behalf of the council and the companies who operate on their behalf. They were very angry.

The tension around the site is still very high as you can imagine. A girl took a picture of the tower and a guy started shouting at her. ‘This ain’t the Eiffel Tower! What you taking pictures for?” I was incredibly discreet (even before this incident) when taking the photographs I have shown to you this week as was so acutely aware of being intrusive or insensitive but I have been photographing this area and its residents for years and to not document this in some way seemed wrong to me.

What was most heartbreaking being down there was the outpouring of love towards the victims. So many heartfelt statements had been scrawled on the walls around the area, so much feeling and compassion and sorrow and regret.

On Wednesday we went to a local volunteers meeting to see if there was anything we could do to help and met a huge number of people who had turned up in the stifling heat for the same reason. Despite everyone’s best intentions the meeting sadly sharply descended into chaos. The volunteers who had organised the event quickly lost control as they were bombarded with questions they couldn’t answer. Seeing their was no genuine leadership others started trying to assert their own ideas as to the best way forward and suddenly everyone was shouting over everyone else. Everyone there wanted to do what was best and to be useful and to contribute but everyone had a different idea of how to go about it. People are still too angry and their emotions too raw to be thinking clearly and their frustration at not being able to help the way they desperately want to was depressingly turned on each other.

The community in this area is very tight knit and unlike a lot of areas in London in that it really is a local community and people define themselves as West Londoners even over their own origins and this tragedy has rocked this neighbourhood to the core and it will be a long time before anything feels normal, if ever again.

 

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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

All the gig pictures this week were taken at M.I.A’s Meltdown festival at the Royal Festival Hall at the weekend.

The above photograph is taken from the Young Fathers gig and it truly was a phenomenal experience. Please look at the full gallery here. It includes shots of the most magnificent stage invasion ever.

Their performance was nothing short of incendiary and it is as if pure energy pours out of them, connecting each other and every member of the audience. To connect with people through music is the greatest experience on Earth as for me it shows how positive and unified and capable the human species can be. It is us at our best and as the world tumbles from conflict to conflict it is great to be reminded that it is not all horror and hate.

The Young Fathers dedicated their track ‘Shame’ to Theresa May and that basically summed it up. These gigs came just after the election and felt they really symbolised the wind of change currently galvanising this country. We all know we can be better than we have been and that means understanding that we are all in this together and can only get through it together. We will never make it otherwise.

 

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

This is Victoria Smith, one of the three drummers in Soulwax. She is an incredible drummer and as you can see has the best drummer faces in the business.

If you wish to see the full gallery of Soulwax from their gig at Meltdown, please click here

 

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I can see the Grenfell tower as I turn the corner of my street. I see it everyday. Up until yesterday I have never given it much thought. It is very unlikely I will ever look at it again and not think of the tragedy that has happened there. I don’t really know what to say. It is just beyond horrific. My thoughts and condolences are with the victims who have lost their lives and homes.

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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

Shall I tell that nasty woman to go fuck herself? Shall I?

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

Crunch time for Britain…

This election is our last chance to protect the things that should be most valued in society: services, healthcare, community support, affordable housing, a living wage, equal opportunities, culture. The Tories do not value these things because they do not value us or our needs. They seem to stand for nothing other than themselves.

They cannot be trusted with our future because they are only planning for their own.  They plunged our country into disarray, creating division and instability for their own political gain. They have continually shown no concern for the effects of their actions as long as they stay in power.  If they get back in they will continue to initiate policies for their own benefit whilst selling off the countries assets (including the NHS) in the process. This is what the Tories do. This is all they ever do. They will take away our human rights. They will continue to slash services.  A vote for them is really just a vote for them, not for you, not for the country, not for anyone else.

Or you could vote #anythingbuttory. Just make sure you vote. Everything else can wait till tomorrow.

If you want to know how to make a tactical vote here is how to do it: https://www.theguardian.com/politics/ng-interactive/2017/jun/02/tactical-voting-guide-how-to-make-your-vote-count-in-the-2017-election

 

 

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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 photographs this  week reflect the notion that we in the U.K now seem to be living in an utterly divided nation. Left vs Right, Privileged vs Poor, Immigrants vs indigenous, racists vs non-racists, homeowners vs rentals, london vs the rest of the country, equality vs hierarchy, young vs old, peace vs war, leave vs remain…the EU referendum just highlighted and exposed the conflict already present in our un-united kingdom, and just as Scotland found from its own referendum, we were maybe unaware how deep the divide went until the result.  Everyone seems to have retreated into their various sub-groups. Lines in the sand have been drawn and whether those lines have been drawn by cash or culture, religion or race, geography or history, they are fragmenting our society.

What it all ultimately means is that we no longer feel we identify as a whole. Divisive propaganda by the likes of the Daily Mail & the Express have done a magnificent job during and since the Brexit campaign of generating hate amongst the various different ethnic groups present within this country, which the present government has essentially endorsed by offering no reassurance to any immigrants, from Europe or otherwise, that their citizenship is safe or indeed that they are even welcome here. If we don’t include everyone how we can we expect people to even feel British enough to want what’s best for the entire country? And if being British is all about exclusion rather than inclusion then you have to ask yourself, is this what I support and want to be included in? And if  we all can’t relate to being British how can we possibly all agree on the way forward for a country we don’t even feel like we belong to? How can we work together when we see each other as the problem not the solution?

We must see that we are all the same, regardless of where we are from, where we live, what we earn. We just all have to want to live in a good society that has a sense of community, that provides its citizens with no more than the basics: a living wage, affordable rent, free healthcare and a sense that we all have a purpose and an importance no matter what we do. A sense of equality was built in this country in World War II when it was understood that every component and contribution was vital. Since then that idea has slowly been eroded, and now it is only the top echelons that are championed and supported. Those in power always maintained that there would be a ‘trickle down’ that would benefit everyone but it was bollocks and it never happened. There wasn’t even a trickle…

And with America now very much under the control of the forces of evil aka the fossil fuel industry who are clearly dictating policy just in an attempt to protect their profits and keep their stranglehold on the whole planet. They know their day has come and they are clinging on, using Trump to do their dirty work at the expense of pretty much everyone  and being nothing less than an obstacle to the future of the human race – and we would apparently prefer this as an ally to Europe? We must be as insane as the Donald himself.  Brexit is also bollocks. Everyone knows it.

We are on the brink of an election and in some ways, never more was at stake. We are at a crossroad and could go either way. We need to see beyond the bullshit of politicians and work out for ourselves what is important. There is an opportunity to steer this country away from the ‘me’ and towards the ‘we’. Does it matter how well you are doing in society if the society itself is fucked? Does it matter what rung of the ladder you are on if the ladder is rotten and crumbling to bits?  We need to reinforce the ladder and make sure everyone can get on it, not use it to escape the horror around us…