Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Dance

Spring is close now

From darkness emerges the light

We dance the dance again

the dance. 2015, 5 x 4 digital file

Something new that I’ve been working on this week. I’ve been studying Matisse and thinking about the springtime and how we mark seasonal and astral transitions with dance. I’m aware that there’s a solar eclipse and a supermoon coinciding with the Spring equinox on Friday. How will that effect the way we dance?

(Thank you Laura – who is the fantastically accomplished dancer in my picture).

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Cirque de la Quirk Portraits

Molly McQueen and Jackie Jibbles portraits

Molly McQueen and Jackie Jibbles portraits

I was asked to shoot portraits and document the performers at Cirque de la Quirk last Friday night. It’s the latest project from the delectable Molly McQueen, formally of noughties band The Faders. Her vision is to create a cabaret party brand that can traverse the festival circuit. There was definitely something of the festival atmosphere as the heady crowd (elaborately dressed in steam punk and burlesque couture) were bedazzled by magicians, dance-offs, hoop-girls and (yes of course) live DJ sets.

Wolfgang Guy Geuth portrait

Wolfgang Guy Geuth portrait

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Rob Voodoo portrait

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Party girls portrait

This fine event took place at the strangely named club/bar “The Stillery” in Camden Town. The word “stillery” is a fictional one and a bizarre name for a club space although arguably not quite at silly as its former name of “WKDs” which, in all fairness, really was a bit of a dive. (Remember being forced to go there due to the limited late night options for one last whiskey and coke?) What makes the name even more questionable is the fact that it suggests a distillation process has taken place on the premises at some point in its history. Given that it’s part of the monstrous Sainsbury’s development that opened in 1988 I can safely say that any notion that it was once a distillery is a self-perpetuated myth. Incidentally, the man responsible for this architectural blotch on the Camden landscape is Nicholas Grimshaw (the architect not the smug faced DJ) who I happen to know resides in the area. I hope he weeps each time he pops out for bread and milk…. *fade out rant, fade in thumping techno*

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