Cabaret Guanimar, an open-air nightclub on the outskirts of Havana, is heaving with bodies, lights and sound. A low cement wall separates the kinetic energy inside from this otherwise mundane thoroughfare in Guanabo, a small coastal town on the eastern shore.

The drive here from the city center is long and dark; our 1950s diesel car the only light on a dusty road. But there’s a reason so many have made the pilgrimage. Tonight, Cuba’s most infamous reggaeton duo, Chacal y Yakarta, will grace the stage.

Beyond security guards and the long line outside, the club pulses with flashing neon, smoke machines and the muffled uno dos tres of sound-checks as a DJ plays innocuous reggaeton beats barely audible from the street. Chacal, Yakarta and the band sneak in through a secret backdoor and climb the rickety wooden stairs to a small office perched above the crowd.

text by Lisette Poole for HUCK Magazine

I photographed the reggaetón scene in 2015 & 2016 and directed the documentary “Reggaetón Revolución” photos and text were published TIME, The New York Times, WIRED, WORLD PRESS, La Repubblica in Italy & Revue 21 and “6Mois” in France, among others.

Images from Reggaetón Revolución are part of the permanent archive at The Cuban Heritage Collection , University of Miami

Reggaetón Revoluciòn

Watch Reggaetón Revolución here

Chacal is already sweating before he steps out. A spotlight cuts through the fabricated smoke before settling on his red mohawk. … Women in the front rows frantically push forward

the heat, humidity, and gyrations of fans booty-dancing, making out and grinding to the music… It’s easy to forget you’re still in Cuba.