Me dancing in my living room. I like dancing like Michael Jackson, so I placed the camera on self-timer and took a picture of me practising.
My Mum lying in bed with her blackberry. I took this picture of my mum late at night because I thought she was playing a game in bed.
This is a picture of me from 3 different angles. I took 3 different pictures and used a setting on my camera to stich them together.
A picture of me in the living room. I took 2 different pictures used a setting to stich them together to make it look like I had a twin brother.
A picture of me looking into the washing machine. I used the self-timer and placed the camera inside the washing machine to take this picture.
A picture of me doing a hand-stand on the sofa. I used the self-timer to capture myself practicing my break dancing moves.
This is a picture inside a kebab shop in Hackney. I rested the camera on the table when I took this picture to make sure it was still.
I was at a party
It was glittering dark
Then the light snapped on
Like a biting shark
Everyone stopped dancing the moonwalk
Everyone fell silent, no one talked
I said, ‘What’s wrong?’
They said, ‘Michael Jackson is gone!’
I said, ‘What do you mean? Dead?’
Everyone sighed and scratched their heads
This is my poem about a great artist
The strongest dancer to ever exist
Michael Jackson was legendary
When he danced the world felt free
I copied his moves from MTV
Taught myself steps, 1, 2, 3
Now you had better make room for me
Because my dancing’s gonna go down in history
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