The photographer documenting exclusive UK music subcultures since the 90s
- Text by Ewen Spencer
- Photography by Ewen Spencer
I grew up in Newcastle in a northern soul scene. I was a soul boy. That was my kind of music. The scene at that time, late ’80s/early ’90s, was kind of veering away from ’60s/’70s soul and starting to combine with quite upfront American and Italian house music. So when I came to photograph the London garage scene in the late ’90s, it felt like a natural transition for me. It had that almost mod aesthetic of dressing sharp, neat haircuts, and living for the night. It was aspirational. I loved it.
When I first discovered photography – at a local art college in Newcastle – I remember wishing that I’d had a camera on me for so many different occasions in my youth. Most decent creative urges come from your own experiences and that made me realise I wanted to make photographs of other people’s experiences, whether they were a casual or a kid who’s into grime or a kid who’s into garage. I’ve always loved music and clobber and I never lost interest in those kinds of ideas; clothes, scooters and records.
In the early 2000s, The Face commissioned me to shoot a project on teenagers around the UK so I started infiltrating young people’s lives and becoming a part of what they were doing. It was really good fun. Then, as garage was fading out, I started working with Mike Skinner – doing his album artwork and publicity pictures – and I told him I was looking for a new subculture, something like garage. He said that all the people making interesting music in that vein, a British kind of hip hop, were these guys in East London. It wasn’t called grime at the time but Mike introduced me to all these people involved in the scene like Jammer and Kano and Ratty and Capo, who used to be garage distributors. I started to realise that a lot of people had come out of garage and gone into grime.
I guess grime was one of the last British subcultures. And it spread like wildfire. But the great thing about it was that it was never going to sell out very quickly because it was quite intangible. It wasn’t commercially viable because it was so threatening to such a massive portion of society. Now things seem to pop up and go in a couple of weeks, probably because of the way we all consume our information via the internet. I’m constantly on the lookout for new subcultures but they’re harder to pin down. It’s not like they’re not happening, they’re just happening in a different way.
You begin these projects as an outsider, without a doubt, but when you start making pictures and bringing those pictures back into these worlds you start to become more and more a part of the scene. So essentially, after a year or so, you are a part of it, because it has grown, it has become much bigger, and you’re part of that evolution. I remember being at a music conference at the Southbank one Saturday afternoon during the grime project, and all the grimey kids were there, and they were all my friends. It was funny. I guess I just have an interest in being in these places and seeing what’s going on. Photography means that I’m able to do it.
Any good subculture has its own vocabulary, its own linguistics, and you may think you can’t get that across in a picture, but you can. It’s in the face, the expression and the gesticulation, and it implies something else that’s going on outside the picture. Some pictures are compelling enough to draw you in and make you want to discuss them with yourself. What are the people saying? What’s going on in the background? Those have always been the best pictures for me. Us humans love a good story.
I think some photographers are always trying to make pictures through a broken window. And I’m not. I like people and I’m trying to celebrate their lives. I’m not trying to smash them. Humans are incredible. There’s a kind of lust for misery out there and I don’t like it. Of course there are tough times and there are good times. But you have to have a balance. There’s a lot of humour in life. And it’s funny being young. It’s a really funny time, and things just get funnier.
For more of Ewen Spencer’s work, head here.
This story originally appeared in Huck 46 – The Documentary Photography Special II. Get it now from the Huck Shop or subscribe to make sure you don’t miss another issue this year.
Enjoyed this article? Like Huck on Facebook or follow us on Twitter.
You might like
How Japan revolutionised art & photography in the ’60s and ’70s
From Angura to Provoke — A new photobook chronicles the radical avant-garde scene of the postwar period, whose subversion of the medium of image making remains shocking and groundbreaking to this day.
Written by: Miss Rosen
Artifaxing: “We’ve become so addicted to these supercomputers in our hands”
Framing the future — Predominantly publishing on Instagram and X, the account is one of social media’s most prominent archiving pages. We caught up with the mysterious figure behind it to chat about the internet’s past, present and future, finding inspiration and art in the age of AI.
Written by: Isaac Muk
The lacerating catharsis of body suspension in Hong Kong
Self-Ferrying — In one of the world’s most densely packed cities, an underground group of young people are piercing their skin and hanging their bodies with hooks in a shocking exploration of pain and pleasure. Sophie Liu goes to a session to understand why they partake in the extreme underground practice.
Written by: Sophie Liu
What we’re excited for at SXSW 2026
Austin 40 — For the festival’s 40th anniversary edition, we are heading to Texas to join one of the biggest global meetups of the year. We’ve selected a few things to highlight on your schedules.
Written by: Huck
Wu-Tang Clan forever, and ever
The Final Chamber — RZA, the spiritual leader of one of the most important hip hop groups of all time explains why they won’t rest until their legacy is secured.
Written by: Yoh Phillips
In photos: The boys of the Bibby Stockholm
Bibby Boys — A new exhibition by Theo McInnes and Thomas Ralph documents the men who lived on the three-story barge in Dorset, giving them the chance to control their own narrative.
Written by: Thomas Ralph