Back before the craft beer and the bottomless brunches and the tottering pop stars moved in, NW1 was pretty grim – all knackered Victorian terraces and tumbledown cinemas and crumbling railway arches. And 34 years ago, David Bailey was there to capture it all. To celebrate a 1,000-run reprint of his long-sold-out book NW1 – which he filled with moody, gritty black and white pics – Soho gallery HENI is exhibiting the works until the end of January.
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