What began as an excuse to nose around London’s poshest buildings became an excuse to roam the city getting over my strange fear of taking photos in public.
Look it happens. Sometimes you just want to meet a mate in the evening and sit and have a catch up without getting smashed and waking up on Tuesday morning feeling like the world has thrown its heaviest, sharpest buildings on your head. You want a cup of tea. You don’t want to be out too late. And instead of spending £30 on a nice, nutritious dinner, you want a huge slab of cake. Here’s where to go.
The first time I went to an all night rave was in 2001 in Kings Cross. Back then you just walked up to the doors, had a bag search, and then off you went. Last week I went back to Fabric which recently re-opened after having its licence revoked and yep: times have most definitely changed.
Apparently, getting a few thousand people to stand and listen to some insanely good live music without also chatting to their mates at the same time is a nigh-impossible pipe dream. But if anyone’s going to do it, James Blake will.
Space makes me feel a bit weird. It’s not space’s fault, it can’t help being a vast expansive uncharted mass of darkness that makes everyone who looks at it and thinks too hard do a mind-shrivel into a never-ending hole of circular questioning and self-doubt, and it can’t help being an omni-present reminder of our relative insignificance […]