Welcome to the Congregation
A group of punks, disillusioned by the state of this post-modern world, amass to seek refuge and belonging.
2024 - ongoing
The moment I stepped foot in line, my heart was racing, not knowing what to expect. As I handed over my crumpled wad of cash at the door, the curtains became undrawn, and all at once, the sensory overload hit me: the growl of distorted guitars, the stench of dripping sweat, the flash of neon hair, the electric atmosphere that jolted through me before I could find my footing. The energy felt overwhelmingly chaotic, yet nothing had ever made me feel so alive. For a moment, I stood there on edge, unsure how I ended up here, and if I even belonged.
That long night felt too nerve-wracking, but by the end of it, something inside me was already craving for more.
And so I kept coming back, and slowly but surely I began to see through the noise. Behind the studded jackets and spiked hair was something raw, real, and deeply human. These weren’t people running from the world, they were facing it head-on with their music, their style, and most importantly, their fellowship. Through their small, unspoken acts of defiance, I found an epiphany that the world outside had lost its way, and this was their way of taking their agencies back.
That’s when I knew that I needed to dive head first into capturing it all, not just to photograph rebellion, but to also witness and live a kind of freedom and congregation that still flickers in the cracks of this collapsing world.
