Notting Hill Carnival 2019: Party Day!
I arrived at Westbourne Park just as the midday heat was setting in. There was an energy in the air from all the excited people pouring into the tightly weaving West London streets. All around us the air was pungent with the smell of BBQ and sweet weed smoke. Like most other visitors I was hunting for the rumble of bass lines bellowing from the over-sized sound systems. On my journey towards them I passed street vendors selling from their front yards. Everything from horns and hats to chicken and liquor, all priced at a carnival premium. The temperature had reached a scorching 35ºC when I encountered my first sound system. There was only one option… Dig inside the party and fucking rinse it.