fuck policy

When I was an eager tennis playing youth my mum used to drop myself and other drinking Lendls at the KOKSTAD tennis tournament. Between heavy swigs of Old Brown Sherry I caught sight of Mr Matthew Louwrens ripping around the court complex.

In later years Matthew sought to rectify a couple of society's ills and ended in the maximum security division of a psychiatric institution.

When he left he married my friend Jo and the two gave birth to Frances.

Fuck policy.

rehabilitate

The coolest chick around-in treatment.

Laos

Some time ago I was commissioned to spend time in Laos photographing the impact that hydro electric power was having on the mountain populations.

The effect was not good-flooding of burial grounds and general exploitation of the local populations. Norwegian machines. Simplistic. Email me for the politics of it all.

Here are some photos I made.

In case any of you have to photograph a hydro electric installation in low light requiring a 30 second exposure in a structure that is rattling like a gattling...on large format...

TIP:Park your tripod as firmly as you can on the floor and have faith that everything in the vicinity will begin to vibrate at the same frequency. It works. The money shots were these shots of the main generator shafts.

I traveled for 2 days on crap planes and in sawn-in-half B52 bombs on Mekong tributaries to reach these locations. On reaching the buildings which housed the generators I realised that there were serious light deficiencies and vibes de luxe. I screwed the ribber shoes on my tripod over the metal leg-pins and then retracted them in order that the film and the subject jig together. On returning to Berlin I was happy to check that all was sharp-sharp.

The old geyser was 114 years old then and I was late for my plane when he arrived. He is a living talisman and, on account of his age, travels for free in any medium. He was excruciatingly slow to answer questions, but hey, at double one four who wouldn't be drawn out.

The dam wall has a log on it. The trunk is about 60m long and was chucked up in a flood.

DIN1.COM

It's my birthday next week Saturday and I will celebrate it in style, if swinging arms wildly, drinking clear spirits like there is no tomorrow and supplying the assembled with teutonic beats constitutes style.

I have registered din1.com in order to promote the occasion and post mixes to. I can Dj Okay. It's the Deutshe Industrie Norm which will preside-angular synthesised noise will underpin the event, which will be more of a 'art event' than a cranking techno party.

My old friend Felix Laband will step up as well. It was in the small town of Pietermaritzburg that we met many years ago. His father was my History Professor.

My efforts at the podium have been mainly confined to smaller parties catering for the the dedicated listener and dancer, and on a couple of occasions very large parties. If you are dedicated to listener then roll up. I will tell you about my in-club take off and landing.

Please find 2 flyers attached from previous times with F Laband, and a screen shot from din1.com. Go there-check it out.

And Yes, I am Davy Crockette(Monsieur de la Croquetagne)