From the first notes to reach my ears, the music of Dive Index has always captivated me. And for my past few trips to New York, the band has been the soundtrack to my visits, meshing perfectly with the destinations, the weather and the mood. But on the day of this photo, Dive Index was the reason for the trip to New York.
The massive, grey odes to Communist architecture are everywhere. The central train station, dark, depressing and dirty, is gargantuan, like its own underground Gotham City. It’s a labrynth of snack shops, clothing stores, internet cafes. While the blocky buildings give Warsaw a distinct historical style, modernity is moving quickly to catch up.
Ping… ping… The abstract geometric graphics swirl and twist on the massive overhead screens, as if a deranged architect is directing a computer-generated war between multicoloured polygons. Lights pivot and twirl, hurling coordinated blasts of photons around the basketball arena-sized room.