I’ve come to love London a bit more each day. Coming from America, there’s a certain history to the Anglophilic streets that eludes most Stateside cities. Regardless of how wonderful and fresh the new, now, next – it’s the pastiche of the past and gifted present which makes those certain renowned locales truly worthy of any world citizen’s presence. London is one of those cities that appears to be a living, breathing convergence of old, now, and new. I love New York, I live New York to this day – but there’s something about London… the subtle signatures of the city scape that make it impossible to turn away.
Take South London. It’s a far cry from the casual cosmopolitan Notting Hill of the North. It’s nowhere near as “Yeah, we go to Manero’s – we know Manero. No – there’s no Manero,” as East London’s Shoreditch, Hoxton, or Dalston. I don’t exactly know what entails West London, but South London is clearly not the prime locale for fifth terminals, premiere football leagues, or posh pads. This is why I love South London – SE1 Sowfeese to be exact. It’s a neighborhood: we’ve got Morley’s Chicken and Chips #backbypopulardemand, we’ve got pachyderms and palaces, we’ve got Waterloo, Southbank, and Borough High, we’ve got the BFI Imax – which is basically a cinema in the sky.
Here’s a view of bits and pieces of the nooks and niches that make London a makeshift home for me.
First up: Mint Street Park, and some eponymously fresh playground art…
(The) Epochauserie 