The 1970s were full of happy, upbeat music. Danced cause it made you dance.
Music now is sad, dark, and undanceable.
I’m not much of a dancer, but at least I try. I want to dance like it’s 1976. Or at least, 2002 when I went to Ibiza.
So, what is more disturbing:
1. I have this shirt
2. I have white pants
3. I have white shoes (Griswalds!!!)
4. I have a disco ball
5. I have a fro
6. I have more arm hair than a gorilla
7. I didn’t shoot this in HDR.
This shot was partially inspired by a young, brilliant photographer on here called Chrissie White who at just 14 creates some of the most magnificent portraits using a simple, white wall. Certainly worth checking out.
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