London is perhaps one of the busiest, most expensive, noisiest, most unfriendly, uptight, most innovative, exciting, cosmopolitan and refined cites in the world, and for original thinking and underground culture it has no equal.
London is perhaps one of the busiest, most expensive, noisiest, most unfriendly, uptight, most innovative, exciting, cosmopolitan and refined cites in the world, and for original thinking and underground culture it has no equal.
If the weather is right, it‘s the perfect place to spend a Sunday afternoon.
This is a place where no one can hear you scream… (and very good wine, too).
A little corner of Manchester in North London. Run by fashion label Gio Goi, you go here to see what Mancuninas are famous for: music, alcohol and partying. Taken over from where the Hawley Arms (RIP) left off, this is where the ‘who‘s who‘ of guitar bands go to blend in.
Some might call this a greasy spoon; I call it iconic. You go for a simple breakfast or lunch, and if you fancy it, a two-hour debate with Mario and the eccentric regulars sitting at the next table.
A charming and totally unique hotel. The country house feel removes you from the city, yet you‘re 100 meters from Farringdon tube.
It‘s the most important portrait gallery in the world, a ‘must‘ for any David Hockney fan.
A very good Knightsbridge pub with real fires and real ales; full of locals, thespians and drunk aristocrats. The landlord has an irrational hatred for mobile phones—if your phone rings in here you get asked to leave.
Antony Crook was born in Bolton, UK in the late 1970s, went to art college, became a photographer, and currently lives in Manchester, London and New York.