2013
Words: Clive Martin
We Went On a Quest to Find the New Dalston
There comes a point when every scene must die. For punk, it was when the originators began to see bronzed Italians with yellow mohicans posing for Chinese tourists on Camden Lock. For rave, it was the Ibiza Chillout compilations and bad comedians doing the "big fish, little fish" dance at the Royal Variety Performance. For grime, it was probably when MCs stopped getting paid in cash.
The key isn't so much knowing when a scene, club, look or location is kicking off, but knowing when it's kicking the bucket. And for Dalston – London's number one late-night booze and drugs vortex – the bucket has surely been kicked. Last Friday, Harry Styles, ace face of the world's biggest boyband, went out in Dalston for his birthday. His night climaxed with a phalanx of paparazzi battling to get a shot of him stumbling out of a house party at the Dalston Square apartments, themselves new-built with regeneration money, in the hours just before dawn.
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