
Back in the pulsating ’80s London, I was part of the vibrant nightlife scene, known for my role as a club promoter and avant-garde performance artist. Among my many gigs, I stood guard at Taboo, an iconic, albeit fleeting, nightspot that left a lasting impression. This club was not just about dancing; it was one of the coolest places to be, a status symbol for us ’80s club kids.
Taboo’s doors were manned by some of the toughest individuals, and I was proud to be among them. Alongside my peers, we fostered a rebellious art movement that refused to bow down to our political climate. We created an unyielding, defiant scene that resonated deeply with our generation. Bowery, a fellow club kid, was a significant figure in this artistic uprising.