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Words: Abigail Firth.
Photos: Iris Luz.
It's a rainy, freezing cold late-November evening, but inside London's Kentish Town Forum, things are heating up big time. In an opening slot for party mogul The Dare, the whole Babymorocco show is going down. This involves, on average, one litre of vodka (this evening, it's Grey Goose), two gossiping girlies welcoming him on stage, at least three strip teases, and a boat load of bangers. It's intense, divisive, campy, sexy, exactly how Babymorocco likes it.
"I don't have any clothes left because I always chuck them into the audience," he says, just to give you a flavour of what we're witnessing.
A week on from the show, and we're chatting over Zoom. We have to do this in the afternoon because Rocco's mornings are taken up by going to the gym; Rome may not have been built in a day but it did only take Morocco a year to achieve his impressive physique. It's something he's considering cutting down on this week, what with having too much to do in the run-up to the release of his debut album, 'Amour', but only considering.