Sometimes you need to remind yourself of how good London is. Usually after hideous terrorist attacks, or when you’ve just written something about how much you’d very much, maybe, sometimes, perhaps, like to live somewhere else, if London didn’t have you in its steely grip. I’m convinced this city has a weird all-hearing ear, a […]
Here’s a project I did for work and it’s about London which means it’s relevant.
Repeat after me: photos of women eating on the tube = bad. Photos of dogs on the tube = good.