Away from the much-discussed, filmed and photographed high-rise developments in the City and south bank – the Shards, Cheese graters, Walkie-Talkies, etc – a whole host of even-less inspired towers are rising on the eastern periphery. This Barratt Homes effort in Whitechapel looks particularly dismal, with its clumpy form and cheap-as-chips cladding.
In something of a flashback to the 1930s, the anarchist bookshop tucked away off Whitechapel High Street was firebombed a little while ago. Viewed from the (quite decent) cafe in the Whitechapel Gallery earlier this week, it doesn’t look like it’s reopened yet.
(PS, if you’re in the vicinity, the Karl Blossfeldt exhibition at the Whitechapel Gallery is excellent: the intersection of nature photography, surrealism, and architecture. Or, some nice close-ups of plants).
Finally made it to Wilton’s Music Hall. Or to the bar at Wilton’s Music Hall, at least. Been meaning to visit for ages, but never quite made it. And it turns out, maybe inevitably, it’s nearer work than I thought, has really good drinks (Meantime London Lager, Adnams Old Ale, something by Truman, some kind of porter from a Scottish island, etc), and a great atmosphere. A long time since I’ve been to a pub where I’ve felt I’d quite like to move in.