"I wonder if there is a secret guide book to this London; the London that hides behind the Gap stores, the Pret a Manger sandwich bars and the glass corporate temples. It's as if a ribbon of timeless decadence runs playfully through the alleyways and under the railways, down the stairways and behind the shop fronts. It's intoxicating; it's a drug all of its own." A … [Read more...]