Ibiza Index (Nothing is Ever the Same as They Said it Was)

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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John White, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Alexandra Hardie, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Nick Long, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Gemma Downey, 2005

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Richard Trafford, 2002

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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David Hanson, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Louise Shaw, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Amy Nichols, 2002

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Joe Wright, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Olivia Gibson, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Gemma Charters, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Lucy Taylor, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Liam Selkirk, 2010

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Mark Craven, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Samantha Shepherd, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Nathasha Young, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Susan Johnson, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Sam Mitcham, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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James Nelson, 2005

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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James Littlewood, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Luke Fuller, 2007

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Charmain Hill, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Genia Insayef, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Owen Haywood, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Jillian Mampton, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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James Counihan, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Catherine Bull, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Christian Taylor, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Dean Ibbotson, 2005

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Robert Burgin, 2007

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Darren Smith, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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James Whishaw

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Hannah Dancey, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Anna May, 2002

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Arthur Randall, 2002

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Victoria Peacock, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Tabitha Millet, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Roy Arnold, 2002

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Nick Ratcliffe, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Sam Thompson, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Luke Dawes, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Liam Mills, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Holly Leigh, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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David Moore, 2010

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Ben Foss, 2005

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Jake Tolliday, 2005

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Grace Lee, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Mark Hayley, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Kelly Ecclestone, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Joel Flint, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Jessica Ainsley, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Ben Rau, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Ashleigh Fehners, 2005

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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James Whitehouse, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Jenny Devonshire, 2007

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Ria Raphael, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Imogen Forrest, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Jane Mahon, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Martin Ayres, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Siobhan Berry, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Anna Dillon, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Tom Berry, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Rose Geddes, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Greg Haywood, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Rupert Simpson, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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James Kyte, 2005

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Charlotte Monkhouse, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Naomi Bird, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Carlo Aspinall, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Leah Pomey, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Nicola Heddon, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Stephen Card, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Tony Hayes, 2005

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Emily Brooks, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Russell Reid, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Naomi Attwood, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Samantha Bury, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Rachel Morgan, 2006

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Drew Norbury, 2002

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Juan Baiz, 2010

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Karen Hardy, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Dan Holmes, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Michael Sennet, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Nick Marshall, 2009

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Amie Grundell, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Gemma Cain, 2004

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Maya Claughton, 2002

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Luke Churchill, 2011

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Genia Insayef, 2003

2002 — 2012

I first went to Ibiza in 1993, I went searching for the Balearic dream, my own personal Summer of Love. I left 6 weeks later with no money, no shoes and no passport. In 2002 I returned with a camera to photograph young people who had come to the island with similar aspirations to my youthful self i.e to go to clubs and get as wrecked as possible; or as Erich Fromm might suggest, seeking to banish existential isolation by joining a mass congregation for an orgiastic ritual of drug taking and dancing. For the next ten years (with the exception of 2008) I returned each summer in search of the devotees, the kids who show up in May and stay until all the clubs have finally closed in October. The kids that live to party.

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Michael Groom, 2009