Dancers
Lunchtime at Chepstow food and wine The dingy joint becomes the main attraction Food and beverage are part of Carnival culture To keep the dancers shapely and the twerkers ‘twerky’ Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery
Preparing to parade after the one year wait Young black beauty in white feather headdress Anxious and happy almost ready to perform The moment of ecstasy for the dancers A new body free and a spirit flying high But the future looks gloomy for Carnival The occasion is too good for the gentry To change […]
Walking by two, like a side effect of punch Dancers on the warpath just getting serious about fun Golden costumes that make them look like humanoids Generously re-shaped C3POs with spanking new bodyworks Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival Gallery
Changing moods as the party lags on Spirits and smokes wear down the toughest The crowd follow the music trucks like sleepwalkers Dancers ruffle their feathers for a last performance Night will fall on Carnival and the fires will burn brighter Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery
The rumble of the buses and music rigs The tread and the spinning thread of the dancers Carrying big dreams in their head and flowers in their hair Carnival is here to remember our past and to fuck the future A two day lull in the battle of our life, winners and losers dancing together […]
As if the clocks of time lost all their hands And a moment of joy becomes suspended Frozen like bright colored Eskimos, the dancers smile The public reluctantly tries to steal the show As the sleepless nights take their toll Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries
Dancers and the temptresses rest their wings on the way down the hill It will be time enough when the parade reaches the Notting Hill gates At the bottom of the hill the angels will meet their wingless kin And with the succubus, the she-wolves and the vampyres they will dance The masquerade is the […]
When the expected meets the unexpected The butterfly effect and the theory of chaos We all gathered here with one single hope That in the end this celebration would bring change But each of us wished for a different outcome One butterfly will change the world at a flap of its wing It will take […]
We dance to the music and drink from the bottle And the dancers follow in tune they never skip the beat Only broken hearts do that before they roll into the gutter They lie pell-mell with discarded beer cans and broken glass Making friends… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries