spirit
She stands here covered with paint undaunted and defiant The incarnation of the spirit of Masquerade to claim her freedom We still live in the legacy of the slave trade and the colonies It will not go away until that part of the world seeks the Pardon from the other And sincerely repent for the […]
Like a shooting star burning its fuel A man in a Superdry cap make faces Liquors get confused with the spirit But everything will be alright until tomorrow Headaches and hangovers the first souvenirs Of a memorable night before the day after That you can’t even remember Photo Hugh Ardoin Notting Hill Carnival Galleries
Posing for a picture she may never see A young Jamaican beauty opts for a serious look Moments of high and lows in a frenzy out of control A crowd reveling and moving like a single beast Nothing is human or physical anymore it is the spirit There are no separate bodies but cells of […]
Beauty comes down Chepstow in waves an hues Flagged or unflagged, laughing and giggling Bottle in hand to keep the spirit high Adding to the inebriation of two days of freedom In spite of heavy police presence and profiling Tuesday will only come too soon Opening the next one-year waiting Hugh Ardoin THe Notting Hill […]
Wild wild West London on Carnival days Anything goes as girls run out of control Music, drinks and laughter, the tinkle of the broken dreams The difficult labour of forgetting while remembering The spirit, the soul and the inebriation Counting the clouds until nine… Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2012 Carnival Gallery
Runaway black beauties coming down the hill The need for speed and the inebriation of joy No panting beast running after their heels No other danger than a Humpty Dumpty’s fall The spirit of freedom of those born to be wild Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2013 Carnival Gallery
At the zenithal moment when even the sun cannot reach higher The temperatures soar like an oven above fifty celsius in the shade Father and son wander on the desert paths in a quest of infinity You can hear the spirit of Jack Kerouac whispering in the wind You can see his frantic scrolls waving […]