I get the right royal hump at photo club competitions where the winning entry is almost always a portrait of a woman, pouty trout lips, push up boobs, suggestive pose and a created background thingy (can't remember what it is called). This is the reason I started going to "weird night clubs", looking for something that will make a judge pause and think "ooooh, something new and exciting to tickle my creatively jaded and faded taste buds ....only to find it's not the customers that are weird....it's us. The "weirdo's" only go to drink, dance meet someone and hopefully some after hours va va voom. No one gets glassed, or their head kicked in, head butted or punched...no girlie slap and scratch fights (men can do girlie fights believe me)...My high street a 100 yards away as the crow flies has street pastors to help the over imbibed, and pubs have security to quell outbreaks of WW3 by open mouth, nose breathing, mulleted, red necked s*** kickers whose only vocal utterances is the Essex Glottal Stop. Anyway, these clubs are full of photogenic and distinctly individually styled men and women who's tastes are at the other end of what was in the 70's, 80's, and 90's my usual spectrum of tolerance. The places are full of interesting, polite and engaging human beings from ALL walks of life. More importantly....full of camera fodder! Like my new friend Lith Li the DJ featured below in her latex gig gear. And clubbers at an old run down ex-pub in Hackney East London ...like those further down who I would hope to recruit for 1 on 1 sessions once they get used to me.
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