Hot Ghetto Mess

So first the disclaimer, I know this blog site is for my Photography course in order for me to demonstrate my verbal and written communication skills, but i could not resist writing about this one, and in my defense I am definitely communicating and i was taking pictures.

To say it in colloquial terms I have lived in the ends all my life (East London), I'm not a tourist, nor a shrinking violet. Those that know me well would describe me as several variations of nuts. I have been a club photographer for a conservatively estimated 7 years, Damb it I could say I am the, archetype urban club photographer of my generation, but on Saturday gone I had an experience that traumatised even me.

Last Saturday /Sunday was not especially different from any other weekend in the life of this creative, I was taking pictures. The single thing that differed was that I broke two cardinal rules, the rules in question are Don't take pictures in the REX, and don't ever go back to the REX. I ask how do you describe the REX to someone who has not been there, the magnitude of the response I had to this 3 hour time slot. Well within the Black community there is the term, Ghetto which refers to embarrassing ,uncouth , uneducated behavior that make you cringe when you see it, I truely feel that this mode of behavior transcends communities, races and religions . And the REX is GHETTO. Now at this point you might be asking yourself what is the REX? To answer that question the REX is a nightclub, A ghetto nightclub, a extremely ghetto nightclub. Only the lure of money convince me to break my rules after all, I'm a student now.

I was very careful to bring just the minimum of everything i needed. Especially when i was informed the event was called breasts, yes breasts you read right. Now I had an idea of how ghetto this event would be, but the stark reality of it was a completely different monster.

The first thing that I found perplexing was the amount of photographers that where in the club taking picture against walls of the club, and even more perplexing where the poses adopted by the women that I would not attempt to do in the most provocative of erotica shots and little kim would be proud of .

THEN THE WOMEN OMG THE WOMEN, now as person who is advocate of natural hair I find weave and wigs distasteful and bad weave deplorable, but if the bad weave was the end of it, it would of been a tolerable evening but, it wasn't can you imagine a person like me who shoots art nude photography and enjoys that medium being appalled by the amount of naked flesh on show. If I wanted to see that much silicon I would of bought it in B&Q. This combine with the hard back course nature of the women in this event made me what to run away,the men in the venue did not worry me. I was careful to not step on on anyone shoes and watch my P's & Q's. but the women OMG the women, the women where scary, i have no more words to describe it please just look at the pictures and you tell me if this is a hot ghetto mess