Bøger af Dougie Wallace

Street art was once simply graffiti, a sign of decay that lowered property values. Fast forward to the transformation of LondonΓÇÖs East End and it became cool. Seen as ΓÇÿgrittyΓÇÖ and ΓÇÿedgyΓÇÖ, street art generates interest in an area. Refashioned, and made acceptable, it transforms public space as areas become high-priced, trendy and attractive to the emerging creative class. Its ΓÇÿedgeΓÇÖ and sense of ΓÇÿauthenticityΓÇÖ become a means to speed up gentrification. Yet as property prices rise, the high cost of living forces out those artists who created the art as well as the local residents. Never was this truer than in LondonΓÇÖs Shoreditch where these images are shot ΓÇô an open-air showcase of urban art that generates considerable tourism.Graffiti now appears in galleries and museums worldwide. Artists who were once hoodied, hidden and nocturnal are out in the open, working in broad daylight from cherry-picker platforms. Commissioned by corporate brands such as Adidas and Gucci they offer creative interventions into the urban landscape, images of coolness and affluence ΓÇô in murals destined to become Instagrammable propaganda. In East Ended you see every code of cool fashion and attitude, alongside scenes of poverty and people on the streets trading in anything but the cool. Gentrification has brought a numbing sameness. Yet look carefully and youΓÇÖll spot the cheeky protest posters ΓÇô political critique to climate change resistance ΓÇô purposefully plastered over and defacing the ads. The voice of the streets is reclaiming its walls.

Blackpool has an unenviable reputation for its stag and hen parties. Every weekend marauding packs of brides and grooms, close friends and family, overflow its streets on a mission to consume dangerous, liver-crushing levels of alcohol. This, their rite of passage acted out on the last night of freedom, before the conventions and responsibilities of marital life, mortgage, children. Dougie Wallace has captured a town heaving with everything from bunnygirls to banana men. Girls dressed in togas, all matching gold handbags and neatly-done hair, giving it the 'when in Rome' treatment, devil girls, pink ladies, Brownies, guys in drag, stuffed into nuns' and nurses' outfits, wearing salacious T-shirts with 'Johnny's Last Night of Freedom' or 'Up the Anus Ashley' - each group with the same singular objective, to get as 'fucked up' as possible.