Londinium Warehouse Rave

Ikonika

Hearing Durrty Goodz' Switching Styles was toooo good, although I can't deny that I was more interested in the Venue than the music; but big up all the promoters and DJs;

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West Norwood Cassette Library

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The Ivy House

The weekend just gone I was back in LDN again and my eyes were 21 again. I stay at my parents and try to catch up with everyone; Franck and I went to the relaunch of The Ivy House. It's gonna be South London's sikkest venue this summer; I can feel it. I had the pleasure of being serenaded by a very drunk Dave from Rum Shebeen (formerly The Ludes). He stood right in front of me with his leg on a chair; and told me that Jesus gets all the pussy.

Here he is with the magnectic Leo who makes all of me want to be 21 again:

The night after DMZ 5TH BIRTHDAY

I was back in London for the weekend. I barely slept. I used my analogue camera with expired film. Sky & Liam and the Harpers Crew had an awesome house party cos Liam is off to dance naked with blonde ladies in Sweden for a year or so. Sky was like... "Georgie can you sort out a DJ?" "Well Sky, you're in luck," I replied... It's DMZ weekend; there are hundreds of them buzzing around South London. So DQ stepped up; and Orson and Isabella and Delphine and Pavel and Pokes came along; and of course all my hippy friends were there already. I like it when my various little worlds collide; bringing people together is what I'm good at, it makes me feel happy. The pix aren't that strong but warm at least.

Pretty Lady

Boris woke up in China, went on Skype and partied with us in Norwood

DQ in the House with a mind-blowing Hip Hop selection.

"We're all hung up on someone..."

...I said to my friend Sky last weekend in Tulse Hill's lovely Portuguese Cafe following an amazing night at Plan B in Brixton (hear these related Roska and Subeena mixes) where I spent a portion of the evening, tapping my phone wildly in a drunken declaration of love to the one that i'm hung up on (forever teenage). The sending of the text was halted by a nice man from up North called Lee; he encouraged me to send it but I didn't because by the time we'd finished talking, the club was closing and I was half way sober again. Unfortunately, I lost Lee, my new agony uncle; much to the annoyance of the residents of Brixton who had to endure mine and Sky and Liam and Isa's futile shouts of 'LEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" into the dark winter night lingering over the high street.

Today, I feel like i've been punched in the stomach...maybe it's the rum; maybe it's the lack of food due to the intense packing and organising that has coloured my week, maybe it's Laura Marling... (I just has to turn her off cos I can't take anymore heart wrenching!), probably it's the goodbyes...

L'amour. L'amour... *Le sigh.*

I have no images for you right now. only words.

Sunday, I move to Paris to live! Woop woop it's exciting stuff!

Drumz de Paris coming soon...

Seeing in Black & White

"Photography is like exercise kinda, and you just do the same thing over and over, I mean of course I like to go back to new spots and try out new cameras and new film. But I think you go back to certain things maybe because you're not done with it yet." - Ray Potes

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Daniel

Hanna and I met Daniel at a party in Dalston after a gig. There were lots of Daniels and Davids there

Turns out, this one's an amazing photographer: www.danielmuhindi.com/

Long Live the Writers

Trains. They're not an obsession, they're a third of my life spent rattling around on these long tin caterpillars, staring out through their eyes.

Living in the same city my whole life (-3 months+holidays), writers such as Anik become familiar yet always somewhat distant and anonymous friends. Like musicians I've never met but listen to frequently.

The railways would be no where near as interesting without their signatures which remind us of their existence in a place where it's often difficult to be noticed. They make my journeys.




Locking up young graffiti artists and writers is, IMO, one of the most unjust things that happens in this country. SKEAM (small tag on the left) was a local writer who sadly committed suicide last year following a hard jail sentence for painting trains. Unfortunately, he's not the first writer to die in prison. Read more about him here, and lets hope things will change this year.

www.ilovegraffiti.de/eng/2009/02/12/r-i-p-skeam/

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Through the window

I've always wondered what other commuters are thinking, where they're going to

More Pix from Da Endz

Back before it was snowing.

For some reason the above photo reminds me of Misfits

Mahābhūta

This very short phone video was made on Christmas evening following a day of over-indulgence and television racket (which does my head in!); I shot the footage last month or so during a very windy evening and finally got around to putting it together.

Mahābhūta is a Sanskrit word meaning "The Great Element" - Ether (space), air (wind), fire, water, and earth.

Belated Christmas wishes and a very Happy New Year to you all.

Some pix from Hyperdub 5th Birthday

The last one is another remix by the Flickr uploader.

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Thanks to everyone for the sweet comments!

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++ Autumn

Out and About in East LDN

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