behind the scenes at Privilege Disco, Ibiza 2002
I spent three summers in Ibiza as a photographer at Privilege disco, taking portraits of hundreds of party goers. Now I don’t want sound ungrateful or mean and say the job didn’t satisfy me in a lot of ways, but it’s also true that it let others areas unfulfilled, the more intimate and personal ones. I realized that what happened on the dance floor and glamorous podiums had little to do with that was going on backstage. The dressing rooms of go-go dancers and drag queens hold a lot more interest than the actual dance floor, filed to brim with coordinately happy people.
So I went to the backstage
What I found was a kind unstable, uneasy, heavy, even, atmosphere. I found something there worth capturing, something that seemed to me more ‘real’, if you allow me to use such a term.
I spent hours roaming the hallways and dressers, trying to get the right m at times striving fro invisibility. There, euphoria and joy shook hands with vacant and utter boredom, the fragile limit between them and only a voice ordering someone it was there time to go on. The sheer amount of suggestive details, mirrors and shapes and outlines, helped express the shifting mood of the place; this was what attracted me to it, this was what i tried to capture on film.