My parents - close with the Provo’s - started going to the Paradiso late 60’s, when it was a squatted church turned into youth centre. They have seen Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin while sitting stoned on cushions with other Provo and hippie youth.

„Photographs of punks and other youngsters at the Paradiso. From 1980 onwards he decided to bring his camera along, when going to concerts and other occasions, as if to try and stop time. He was only just in time to capture the end of the first punk-wave and the transition into the eighties”

I guess I didn’t think they were valuable or just didn’t know wtf to do with a bunch of random photos, but isn’t that sometimes the beauty of photography? It doesn’t always have to be spectacular or part of a grand story [reminding myself]