Love, hate.

There’s something about London which often fills me with intense hate. I usually get these feelings in the atmosphere of the West End, a place filled with a society concerned only with itself, a place owned by faceless brands and greedy investors. Then there is the other side of London where art and culture still thrive and flourish, on the South Bank and The City from which much emerges and revolves. Places like Tate Modern, Royal Festival Hall and The Barbican bring me a warmth and sense of belonging, an intense sense of love, I am home.