Pictures in paradise.
I think most times Paradise is represented in the media as being away from people. With a warm climate and cold drink. But who says the paradise in the pictures doesn't come with its own side effects? Maybe it's only paradise because when you're there you have no cares. Sure there's concerns. But in paradise, why worry?
In the past 25 weeks, I've shot 26 shows in Brooklyn. Good Room, Analog, Black Flamingo, BK Bazaar, Sugarhill Disco. Islands out of the sun. In the shadow of Manhattan’s skyline. I shuffled and clicked through so many amazing places, learning the beats and sounds bouncing through the borough. Each its own paradise.
It's not away from people. It's as close as you can get to them and it's covered in freaky flowers that only blossom at night. The ones with black boots and black eyeliner. The ones that sprout their hands like petals above the tall field of people with salty sound waves crashing against tattoos and partially dry bar tabs.
Brooklyn’s club scene, to me, could be summed up in one picture of one fan. The less said, the better. It's the kind of scene that isn't trying to be Berlin, or Ibiza, and I’m glad it’s not. Brooklyn doesn't have to ask for attention. Doesn't have to ask for pictures. But when it changes, which it will, it's nice to have something that reminds us of what went down.
Here are my favorite selections from the past 6 months in paradise.