Sleep Walk, Sleep Talk
Call me biased, but London really is the greatest city on earth. Bursting with culture, quirky individuality, and unapologetic charm, it’s magnificent: a vast, chaotic metropolis constantly in flux. But beneath the city’s buzzing exterior lies everyday uniformity – Londoners trapped by behavioural patterns, society’s norms condemning them to dreary daily routine. It’s written all over the place –...
The Jungle VIP
Of late, fashion has gone ape for cult Swedish labels. It seems the land that brought us Abba, Ikea and meatballs (alright so I shamelessly stereotype, but can you really beat these exports for sheer novelty value? I think not) is also home to sassy yet affordable designers such as H&M, Acne and Cheap Monday – three labels that currently dominate the ever-changing fashion scene. It’s become...
At first glance, it looks like an eerie still from a Tim Burton film. A gothic sprawling house with precarious, pokey turrets perches uneasily on a desolate dock. Jagged rocks loom in the foreground beside a ragged highway, as a flock of black crows suspiciously hovers in the air. They might even dive bomb at any given minute. There’s a burning pier in the distance – clouded by thick black smog....
Sometimes names can be deceptive. Dover Street Market sounds like it should be a bustling seafood bazaar, perhaps located somewhere in the East end – all wet streets, loud street hawks, and a whiff of fish so strong it makes your eyes water. But it’s not. Instead, the only fish that come anywhere near this super stylish, upmarket department store that is the real Dover Street Market are...
Hare and Tortoise
You could forgive me for thinking, nay hoping, that this restaurant would be some sort of country pub serving proper helpings of traditional British fare. In my head, Hare and Tortoise sounded like one of those rural pubs you drive past in a sleepy little village in the backend of nowhere, run by a sweet but ancient couple who were probably around when Aesop first wrote his fable. You know the...
All at Sea
Inside the theatre, it’s almost as cold as the unforgiving winter outside. Although it’s mid-performance, many of the audience remain huddled in their overcoats, scarves wrapped around themselves like blankets - their breath foggy vapour in the chilled air. As you can probably guess, this is not your average theatre. Instead, we are deep in the Old Vic Tunnels, a sprawling maze of...