Somewhere deep inside, in places I don’t get to talk about, I want to produce a cultural record of my gay brethren. Watching films like “Milk” reminds me that in a day and age where everything is quantified and recorded, I worry that the gay community (and I use that term loosely) has stopped quantifying it’s own progress and it’s own identity in a meaningful way. So much of it still seems attached to the club scene. London once had it’s heart in Soho, but the arrival of the Crossrail development saw the end of Soho’s two cornerstones, G.A.Y and the Ghetto. Fragmented, the lifeblood of the scene has found itself in the hipster-influened east end. These pictures are my first stab at clubbing pictures, or my version of them. There are others, which focus on people more but I wanted to distil the experience more. The lights, the sound, the heat, the energy, the closeness, the colours (most of which are red!)
Songs of Praise, @ East Bloc.
Shake Yer Dix/DoucheBag@ Star of Bethnal Green