Deliberate Acts of Alienation

November 21,  2014.  Residents of the “Abstand” squat light flares on the roof of Rigaer Straße 79 on the anniversary of the murder of Silvio Meier by Neo-Nazi’s in 1992.

November 21,  2014.  Residents of the “Abstand” squat light flares on the roof of Rigaer Straße 79 on the anniversary of the murder of Silvio Meier by Neo-Nazi’s in 1992.

You’ve just stepped onto a Hammersmith & City train heading west.  By now, you've been swept up by the raucous sea of festival goers making the pilgrimage out to the Westbourne Park Tube station.  Once there, you can’t help but be caught in the tide.  One step off the train means you’ve been tossed into the middle of half a million people carpeting the streets of Europe’s biggest street party.  A two day celebration of the vast Caribbean influence in the city.  Around every corner, temporary stages play host to DJ’s spinning everything from reggae and calypso to dub and dancehall.  Pushing past the stages, rows of oil drums turned barbecues ensure the street is masked in a cloud of smoke, and the aroma of Jerk Chicken.  Navigating the mountains of used food containers and discarded cans of Red Stripe, a man speaking into a megaphone blows past you on his bike, polietly asking the crowd to make room for him, as he had just dropped a bunch of acid.  This is a party, in every sense of the word.  Eventually, but without trouble, you find yourself in the midst of the festival’s main attraction.  Miles upon miles of elaborate costumes, floats, and mobile stages blasting the soundtrack of a celebration on the move.  This image was taken on the first day of the Carnival in 2014.  The heavy rain meant there were fewer people to contend with, but allowed me the opportunity to jump in front of members of Batala Banda de Percussão as they made their way down the parade route.

You’ve just stepped onto a Hammersmith & City train heading west.  By now, you've been swept up by the raucous sea of festival goers making the pilgrimage out to the Westbourne Park Tube station.  Once there, you can’t help but be caught in the tide.  One step off the train means you’ve been tossed into the middle of half a million people carpeting the streets of Europe’s biggest street party.  A two day celebration of the vast Caribbean influence in the city.  Around every corner, temporary stages play host to DJ’s spinning everything from reggae and calypso to dub and dancehall.  Pushing past the stages, rows of oil drums turned barbecues ensure the street is masked in a cloud of smoke, and the aroma of Jerk Chicken.  Navigating the mountains of used food containers and discarded cans of Red Stripe, a man speaking into a megaphone blows past you on his bike, polietly asking the crowd to make room for him, as he had just dropped a bunch of acid.  This is a party, in every sense of the word.  Eventually, but without trouble, you find yourself in the midst of the festival’s main attraction.  Miles upon miles of elaborate costumes, floats, and mobile stages blasting the soundtrack of a celebration on the move.  This image was taken on the first day of the Carnival in 2014.  The heavy rain meant there were fewer people to contend with, but allowed me the opportunity to jump in front of members of Batala Banda de Percussão as they made their way down the parade route.

Self Portrait.  

Self Portrait.