Can Can With Kash Point at Cable

New(ish) Southwark venue Cable continues on its mission: to bring boutique superclub facilities and a kicking sound system to the East End underground scene. Last night saw the debut of Mark Moore and Jerry Bouthier’s night Can Can, with special guests club legends Kash Point. Pix here.

Dickie Beau/Blackout @ the Royal Vauxhall Tavern

If you’ve been following my photos for a while, you’ll know how much I love Dickie’s work. He performed the latest of his ‘Blackouts’ at Duckie last Saturday night, Photos here. He is performing all three tableaux/performance on 11 June. Go.

Dalston Superstore Photos in i-D Magazine

i-D has featured Dalston Superstore in its 300th anniversary issue, and included some of my shots from the pre-pre-opening party. Very happy to see the shot of Spiro with his drill on the dancefloor in print…

Film Noir at The Ghetto

The Film Noir collective make a move to their new home at The Ghetto. Severino, Helen Noir, Dickie Beau, Ingenue St. John, Nando Messias and Philippos N. Pix here…

Bourgeois and Maurice…

…are lovely people. Who sing lovely songs. And have just launched their lovely new website, which features some of my photos of them at their loveliest. So go have a look. And buy a copy of their new record. You know you want it.

Guy Bourdin at Wapping Project

Last night, we attended the opening party for the Unseen Guy Bourdin exhibition at the Wapping Project. Beautifully hung, some lovely work and, frankly, some that was less interesting — a shame, as his best is spectacular. On balance? Go see.

Motive

The secret which got lost neither hides nor reveals itself, it shows forth tokens. And we rush to catch up. The body whips the soul. In its great desire it demands the elixir In the roar of Spring, transmutations Charles Olson — from Variations Done for Gerald Van De Wiele

Slumbarave at Metropolis

The Metropolis “gentlemen’s club” on Cambridge Heath Road has started to hire itself out as a club venue, to offset the recessional downturn in revenue from its usual business. Good news for clubbers, as the space as amazing. Three floors of neon-signposted, fantasy-luxe craziness — from the cozy VIP lounge, up the spiralling sweep of the central stairs, past the wet room (featuring a sparkly 70s-style dune buggy as a prop for any in need of a good hosing-down), to the sandy-but-cozy ‘harem’ room at the top. Magnificent: the only venue I’ve visited in London which comes anywhere near the …