One More Night
September 2007: ‘Come to my club night on wednesday night’ said Dan. I thought why not? 6 months later I was spat out of the other end with bags under my eyes and 12,000 photographs to edit. My short journey into London’s indie and electro scene swiftly became addictive. Set to a soundtrack of MGMT, Justice and the Kings of Leon, missing the last train from New Cross every wednesday became a ritual, the heartbreaking finale to a blur of bass and glow-sticks and lager. it wasn’t the music or the drinks that kept me coming back though – it was the fleeting encounters with strangers that punctuated the mayhem. all that time and i’m not exactly sure who or what I was searching for, or whether or not i found it.
