Francois Prost takes pictures of french night clubs, the kind of clubs that you end up in on holiday after a day at the beach, still wearing your flip flops and carrying a cool bag full of empty Sangria cartons and sand. Francois’s discotheques are the kind of places where your drink is a neon green colour and you have no idea why, and for the first time ever everyone inexplicably seems a lot younger than you, and there are lots of paper maché sphinxes and red plastic palm trees dotted about.
Francois’ compositions are pleasantly simple and symmetrical, and document clubs called things like Mirage, Light Club and Coconuts in the daytime under a clear blue sky. Without the distraction of teetering crowds and flashing disco lights and blurred, eager eyes, the clubs look a little sad and depleted, and it becomes apparent just how weird and kind of dystopian some of the designs actually are. Odd that they’ve gotten me super excited for my next beach holiday nonetheless.
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