Last night I was in the Cathouse again; a (now) rare two weeks on the trot. It always makes me laugh when people ask if I’m ‘the new photographer’ given that I’ve been doing it for 10 years now… but in some ways I guess I probably am.
I was attempting to stay completely sober tonight, but there’s simply no way to muster up the gumption to get in people’s faces in a club without at least two Jack and Coke – and even that’s stretching it. After all, my personal motto has always been ‘never trust a sober party photographer’.
I did manage to curtail the consumption after a couple though, and actually enjoyed having to actively make sure I got good pictures, rather than just switching to auto-pilot. It’s funny how being in a place and not pished brings fresh eyes.
Here’s a selection of my favourites: