Notting Hill Carnival 2010

Dancehall, Chicken, and lots of Red Stripe.

This older lady killed the dancehall moves...

Meeting of Styles

 So after moving back to London and 3 months of internet hell, I'm finally back!

 I have lots of new photographs documenting my new start in London and I would like to kick it off with "Meeting of Styles".

“International Meeting of Styles” is an global network of aerosol artists and aficionados. Brought together and inspired by a passion for graffiti, MOS aims to create a forum for the international art community to communicate, assemble, and exchange ideas, work and skills. In the spirit of cooperation and promotion, MOS has developed a worldwide calendar of events in sixteen different countries, working with local organisations to produce exciting annual productions.

I accidentally found a flyer for their London event, held in Highbury, underneath some newly developed tower blocks.

 I bet your wandering why I decided to document an art event in black and white?

I wanted to make an emphasis  and document the artists creating and developing their work, rather than the work itself. Don't get me wrong, the work deserves colour, however I think this experiment works to some effect.

If you are into graffiti or not, I would definitely reccomemend having a look at any Meeting of Styles event. I was so impressed by the work. Watching each production grow and develop was simply facsinating.

Pieces of Eight!

I ventured to Porlock to look for Pirates.

Quite famously Porlock has been a victim to pirates en route to Bristol throughout history.
Upon arrival, there were no sign of pirates. Only a vintage fashion shop called Pieces of eight.

It happened to be one of the hottest days in summer, so a pint of cider at the local pub was the best idea. Most of these photographs taken were from the view of the pub garden.

Best pub garden ever in my vote!

Obby Oss

I went half way across the West country to go to the Padstow mayday festival, took 5 rolls of film and dropped them all in a puddle.

Typically, the only photographs I could salvage weren't of the parade.




What a BUM.

Fish & Chips and... Beer.

As north Devon is my most favourite place in the UK, I hadn't explored much of the south coast. So a friend recommended going to Beer.

Driving towards Beer we decided to turn a random right. By going off the beaten track to avoid tourist traffic we ended up in a tiny village called Colyton.

Just so happens there was a vintage car festival!
















Finally got to beer.

...just enough time for a couple of snaps and the best fish and chips I have ever eaten!

Carnival!

As I'm from Luton I felt like I had to represent the roots!

I occasionally go back home, to see my dearest family and friends. So this occasion happened to be the Luton Carnival weekend.

I loved it!

The costumes were simply inspiring, the food was just sexual and the atmosphere had a real sense of community. Something I thought lacked in Luton.
I was proved wrong.