“There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it. And it’s morals aren’t worth what a pig can spit, and it goes by the name of London” – Sweeney Todd
Alright Sondheim, give it a rest!
This year, I finally made it to Lumiere, the London leg of the four-day light festival that last hit the Capital two years ago. Again, this January was wet and cold. But also in need of illumination. Especially in the shadow of the tabloid-fuelled Blue Monday, in not just mid-winter, but mid the darkest winter for decades.
When better to get people out on to the streets of London? How much better than with this brief ground-level firework?
Where was I? Oh yes, “but there’s no place like London”
Photography – South Bank, Westminster, King’s Cross