Dispatches from Ibiza

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30.01.2015

A dusty dirt track curving through dry scrub and trees towards low hills in Ibiza, a telegraph pole to one side

For some bizarre reason I was sent to Ibiza last year with Oi Polloi boss-hogg Nigel. Whilst most of my trip was spent squinting, sweating and struggling with crippling seasickness, I did manage to find the time to take a few shoddy photographs. So to cut the rambling intro short, here they are…

A wrecked car dumped on scrubland beside a trailer, next to someone in sunglasses waving from a boat's wheelhouse

Three people dancing on a near-empty club floor, two in white shirts and one in a white dress

A sign reading Burger Los Simpson, with cartoon characters at each end, above a shuttered shopfront

A saxophonist raising one hand in a club, beside a bare, twisted dead tree by a dusty track

A small whitewashed utility building with a metal door and warning sign, beside a leaning gate and pine trees

A tall agave flower spike rising above scrub, beside two small dogs on leads outside a shop doorway

Someone lying on the pavement with their head and shoulders under the front of a parked car, on a street lined with cars

People walking across a large car park, beside a narrow dirt track running through tall reeds

Someone in a t-shirt and trousers wading knee-deep through a shallow pool at a night-time bar as others watch from loungers

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