funny how things go in threes

Hello again

Funny how things happen, I was strolling through insta, came upon a post from a really cool Manc club night that had kindly requested no instagramming and no picture taking as you don’t have the consent of everyone that possibly could appear, I thought about what that means for my archive as the consent was verbal and never written and the long running one of how people feel about images that I have in my archive. What’s the right thing to do?

Then as the world returns to travel, I thought about that Berlin club which doesn’t allow any image making at all…where I believe I have a few images from…whats the etiquette there?

Then, as these things always go in threes, when I was looking for an image for my last blog, I happened upon about 12 images that I’d taken of a dancer who was dancing in a bikini, in a foam party, in one of the coolest clubs of the 90’s, in a foam party, looking amazing.

Think that’s the reason I shot so many frames, anyway when you come to the last frame I’ve an image consisting of quite an angry face and a point that seems to say no more!! Its difficult to tell whether they were joking or not?

Looking back, I think I was feeling that this could be one of those established images like those Hacienda ones so I tried to make a few different images and in my hast to capture it combined with youthful exuberance/naivety and I didn’t realise that I was making the subject uncomfortable, so I apologise now for that and hope I can redress the balance someday.

I’m consciously using the word taken, cause that’s what I did then before the analysis of make/take had started it was a taken image with the hope that they liked it.

I’ve also been thinking of one of my favourite images that I’m not sure I can ever post..

I’ll try and describe it, it was taken in a long running indie/pop clubnight in a now renamed basement venue, not 100%sure when but its of a dancer lost in the moment but looking towards the camera of a person lost in the moment but they are exposing a bit more flesh that they intended, I love the picture as I think it sums up what clubbing feels like but feel fear at sharing it, in case of many reasons..

But then I have realised that I may have intruded

A fine balance between intrusion and capturing

One that contributed to my step back from club photography

Lots of thinking there…

Blogs always need a picture so here’s this week’s image, and I’ve chosen a suitably safe and anonymous picture from back when:

Ciao Bella