I was going to write a long essay about differences between Finnish and British drinking habits. In the end I came to the conclusion that they are pretty similar.

FINtastic work by the way!!

All the best

Petteri

@Daniel: We rarely shoot the same places, excepting going for beers every now and then and the streets being the same. I wouldn’t mind to have lived elsewhere, but I like it here. Doesn’t make much of a difference, I think.

Are you and Maciej Dakowicz working on the same street corner?
Have to admit, the whole series from both of you look the same. Cardiff at night, throwing out time, welsh kids going mad.

http://www.maciejdakowicz.com/

Good work, Joni.Really good work.

Patricia

The level of mindless alcohol abuse here in Britain and the accompanying violence is alarming and severely threatening. It just seems to get worse and worse. And it’s not just twenty somethings.

Anyway, I’m ranting and I appreciate that that’s not all of what this project is about.

Good project. Good shot making. A story well told. As they say here in London, “nice one”.

Paul Treacy
http://paultreacy.com

@david_bacher: no violence worth worrying about, but the ones that get on your way when shooting are bouncers (a lot) and uninformed policemen, and that can happen quite a lot

Burn did not exist when Joni was an EPF finalist in 2008…and yes yes it sometimes takes a very very long time for photographers to be ready and deliver…our biggest job here is to get photographers to go from thinking about it to actually doing it…i have been wanting to publish Joni’s work from the very beginning…

cheers, david

#3 is interesting, some others are ok and raises the minds curiosity enough to put them into a category of good. Personally, i’d tighten down the set somewhat.

does it tell a full picture of last orders? probably not and expanse into all sides of life would increase the interest in it and provide some balance.

the roughness and gritty-ness i like.

you’ve gone for the inebriated, voyeuristic and paparazzi. there is a whole other side which is a way more difficult subject – having access, the engagement of the subject in their intoxicated state, involvement with a deeper state of the individual subjects being.

but hey, as a voyeuristic piece, you’ve done well.

first, i dont have time to write anything long because of a deadline (crowd breathes a collective sigh of relief), so i’ll keep it simple. I love the simplicity of the pictures and that within each one, upon a second viewing, something odd, sometimes beautiful, sometimes startling, sometimes confusing, comes to the surface….and i love all the space within the fames….that is, most of the details in the frame serve to point toward the moment that catches the eye (whether it is a look, or a knife + expression cutting a cake, a claw-like white hand, a glazedover eye, a flash over a shoulder, a turned eye, an upturned tongue, a scatter shoe, etc)….that it’s clearn and clear and that it, if not telling a story about Cardiff then at least a story about we’re still shutting ourselves against one another through an outerreach….i’ve seen many of your edits (including the one at Arles) and many projects, but for this essay, i drank it up as it is….

and it reminds me of a poem, a poem that meant a great deal to me when i was battering my own body, lungs, belly and mind, in university…and yet, it spoke to me, in a sense, saved a part of me…not that we are lost but that in our losing ways are still a part of one another….so, i’ll leave u with that poem…and just say, well done mate….well done….

sorry (i guess) for the short comment)

cheers
bob

Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio

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In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.

All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.

Therefore,
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other’s bodies.

–James Wright

Hmmmm, maybe you could do Venice for a month, and Panos could do Cardiff ;-))

Well done! I enjoyed the energy and had a moment reminiscing about the good old days of unintelligble language and drinking so much beer I could barely stand up myself.

Some things never change. Evocative work.

Er, cheers!

@john gladdy: I think that there are many other halfs to this story, which one do you refer to?

@ben roberts, james chance, rafal pruszynski: of all the edits of the work I’ve done so far this is the consciously fastest in beat. I should have maybe kept it shorter than it is to make it still faster. I have other sequences in which I aim at building some sense of wonder and build the pace, while this one opens straight in and changes gear one up one down a couple of times. It’s a bit like a Pantera song. If I was showing a much larger part of the project I would probably do a different slideshow of it, but I’d most probably try to stick to a different medium like a book.

@herve: I’m not interested in producing an editorial work in which Cardiff is identifiable. There’s not a single shot in this slideshow that nails the place down, but when you see them as a sequence you might know where it is.

Would be interesting to have this contrasted with Maciej’s work. Same city, same topic, but so much different. Maybe that’s what’s coming next? The two bodies of work really do compliment each other really well.

All in all I’m surprised this took so long to land on Burn seeing as this was your submission for EPF in 2008.

Good stuff.

I see grandpa Imants chimed in. Good on him.