Archival meanderings
January clubbing
Looking thorough the archive for something unrelated and I find these beauties from the mid 2000’s. Which according to the calendar isn’t a couple years ago but over 17 years ago..
Where’s the time gone?
It just goes to show you that we really did go for it in January back then…
I’ve got some of these images dated and timed at:
2005-01-08 23:24:10
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2005-01-09 00:24:27
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2005-01-08 00:38:54
…Got to love digital…
What this nostalgic trip does bring forth though, is a culmination of thoughts that have recently plagued my ravaged mind…
Time was I’d be the only image capturer in a club, and I made images.
“Stop me and try one. Here’s DogBoy lets get a picture, where’s it going.. cool. See you…”
Now there’s a phone, an insta moment, a disposable image, a throwaway memory in everyone’s hands. Advocates advice is to put the phones down every now and again and smell the roses otherwise you’ll look back and wonder what happened.
This new generation seem to have forgotten how to party…how to let loose
And this is all combined with this shitty ruling class infliction on the grind and the easing of capitalist cogs…
Don’t get me started, I also hate all this faux twee-ness sanctuary that’s evolved into to a sedentary bland outlook on life. Thinking:
“new balance granddad shoes, storing cash in coin wallets, wearing too tight denims, have jester fringe haircuts, coiffured your footwear, choosing safe choices, overstretched living, if you don’t post did you do it, choose experiences over kudos, choose memories over appearances. And wtf is everyone wearing nikes, they’re like the worst for so many reasons?”
Put the tech down and see what you’re living for.
please
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ciao bella..