The last Sunday I woke up with a sudden, striking feeling: I realized that, since I came back to London, I didn’t spend more than a minute with my camera. Thus, I bravely jumped out of bed, and set off towards a classic of Sundays in London: Brick Lane
At the moment I’m living in the West End, Notting Hill precisely. Quite lucky, you’d say. The point is the west side of the British capital is as comfy as a silky pillow, although equally exciting. My palate was watering for some old East taste. And there’s no place as Brick Lane, especially during its display of colorful, kaleidoscopic stalls and bazaar. A universe of reflections.
This is home for the Hipster subculture made in UK. Here, the new-era dandies proudly walk down the streets, like chameleons in a jungle of graffiti and exotic food. Buildings usually empty turn alive as ants’ nests, while some specimens crawl to the basements pursuing new skins.
Every subject, every background oozes shades of colour. If life is a book, East London is no doubts a chapter about comics.
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Photography: Matteo Fabi