A huge old warehouse, home to pop-up evangelical Sunday churches, art studios, sunrise rooftop yoga, a cinema and a salvage yard. In that quintessentially London limbo between authentic and gentrified.
Look at this sad bow-headed sunflower - it reminds me ever so slightly of a lion, crisped petals like a dreadlocked mane, a certain might in the heaviness. These last few flowers were a poignant marker of the end of summer and the start of autumn. I posted this shot on instagram captioned 'chin up' and my sister commented '*chin up princess ur tiaras falling' - perfect.
A tree is artfully protected while building work commences
