Oh Snap!by Themba Kriger / 02.02.2012
Christian Tiger School were already playing when we arrived. He had wanted to get there earlier, but had lost track of time, watching YouTube videos and hitting bongs. On the way to the bar he takes off my lens cap and switches me on, making sure everything is still set to ‘Auto’. He turns on the flash, and takes a few crowd shots. Little hipsters in training, none older than 22. The flashing catches the attention of two chicks in the standard party girl outfit of wedges, short skirt and white top. They give him a hug and put on their best pout. Nice Tits, Auto-Focus, Snap!
There crowd on the dance floor is facing the bar, with a few kids gathered in front, watching the boys from Christian Tiger School do their thing. He moves to the front and gets a few shots of them rocking out behind their toys. One has a keyboard linked up to his laptop, but never touches the keys; instead he stares at the screen and rotates a knob on the keyboard every now and then. The other guy is smashing buttons on his sampler. He turns to the crowd and takes a couple of snaps. I have to use my assist light to focus, and so every pic he takes features awkwardly dressed kids, with hair out of a 1995 Sarie, posing like a drunken model. Not for the last time tonight, a group of people ask him to take a picture of them. Fucking narcissists. Snap.
Turning back to the DJs, he puts me into video mode and hits records. I hear chilled out, futuristic, hip hop infused beats that are well produced but seem to lack an edge. The track ends and he stops recording. Outside, the balcony is full and he pushes his way to the back, where his friends are smoking a blunt. He sits down and puts me to one side and has a toke. A few more crowd shots from weird angles. A dude in a wife beater and shorts asks to get his picture taken. Inside a new DJ is playing, but most of the kids are either at the bar or outside. Seems they were here for Christian Tiger School. He moves inside to take a shot of the DJ, but my batteries are finally dead. Irritated, he heads downstairs and throws me into the boot of his car. Thank fuck. My night is over.
*All images © Themba Kriger