camp

Susan Sontag's essay "Notes on 'Camp'" informed the 2019 Met Gala. Here's what that could look like on the red carpet.
Having set off from Cardiff on Friday evening, we had no idea of whether we would even make it to Calais due to heightened security on the border and media reports suggesting that the refugee camp in Calais had been demolished; all refugees had apparently been relocated across France. However, we arrived safely in Calais via the euro tunnel with our car stuffed with clothes, medications and dental materials.
A child felt inclined to give his mum the lowdown on his bowel movements while he was away at summer camp. The hilarious
We woke up early for the two hour drive from the city, into the midst of the desert, and there it was... Barbed wire, security and dust; we had our passports and equipment thoroughly checked before entering. As we drove through the camp the vastness of it became clear, sand-coloured shelters in every direction, as far as the eye could see; the homes of 85,000 Syrian refugees.
Police dismantled the final umbrella movement protest encampment in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong on Tuesday morning. Traffic was restored around lunchtime as police made 20 arrests. After 79 days of protest, pro-democracy demonstrators were given 30 minutes to pack up and leave. Most left the area, but around 17 people remained at a sit-in awaiting arrest.
Needless to say, my experience of camp was nothing like Moonrise Kingdom. So where does this distinctive tradition come from and why, historically, do we not practised it in the UK?
With 'Camp', my new show at London's Roundhouse, I'm trying to carve out a space where things can be fun and I can experiment without being controversial in a vulgar or grotesque sense... and it's about coming to terms with my own effeminacy and a public proclamation of the things that have shaped me.
I'm a Batman fan. I love Batman. Not in that way. Well, maybe in that way. It's hard to tell, isn't it? There are so many different Batmen.
There was a time, obviously before the arrival of Loaded magazine, when I deliberately avoided behaving in a laddish or blokey way because it was trendier to be camp. I was a drama student in the early 1980s. Enough said.