What is it? Printmakers Dorothy’s tribute to West London’s imperious concrete totem Trellick Tower. That we commissioned. Because you told us to. It looks brilliant. You owe it to yourself to buy it right now.
What to muse out loud as you stare at it with a companion: “It’s a monument really… a monstrous, contradictory monument to everything that makes this crazy, infuriating, intoxicating city tick. You know?”
What is it? Hoxton creative rabble Beach London put together this handy (and attractive) guide to 15 of the capital’s finest purveyors of crispy poultry. Which, conversely, provides us with the perfect excuse to link to the Chicken Cottage awards ceremony video again.
What to muse out loud: “You can keep your brioche bun burgers and pulled pork… the real taste of London… is fried!“
What is it? A decidedly psychedelic take on the 258-year-old pagoda that stands in Kew Gardens, courtesy of French illustrator Lucille Clerc. It’s great! You might have seen her work in your social media feed a year ago, as a result of tragic circumstances.
What to muse out loud: “A real pagoda has to have an uneven number of floors of course. This one has 10. But then what is ‘authenticity’ anyway? The fact is this pagoda is older than most of the ones you’d see in China. We have Chairman Mao and the Cultural Revolution to thank for that.”
What is it? London Print Club creative director Rose Stallard’s four-layered screen print based on her architect father’s 1973 photograph of Paul Raymond’s notorious strip club. The hand-coloured bits look really cool.
What to muse out loud: “Yes, the ‘cleaning up’ of the West End has improved the place. I like a flat white as much as the next fellow. But in the rush to gentrify have we lost something? Whither the painted ladies of old Soho?“
What to muse out loud: “Did you know the editor of Mr Hyde’s younger brother received a lifetime ban from Tate Modern for skateboarding into the turbine hall? Ironic really, as in my opinion that sort of rebellious attitude is what contemporary art is sorely lacking right now.”
The skinny-jeaned corpse of 2007 indie is risen and dragging its battered Converse to a venue near you