Columbia Road Market 3
This week I accompanied my neighbour to the market, and we chose some plants for his courtyard garden. We bought these two Hydrangeas for £8 the pair, to plant in a south-facing bed against an old wall. One is a Delft blue (Teller) with interestingly patterned petals and the other is a more classic variety (Macrophylla) that turns from a soft pink through to tones of blue as the flowers mature. Also, we bought two Clematis for a fiver each to grow along the wall, a deep blue one (Viticella, Polish spirit) and a scented pink variety (Montana Elizabeth) which my neighbour plans to grow on the fence beside the gate. A satisfactory haul for £18.
Sandra Esqulant, the Queen of Spitalfields
Everyone in the neighbourhood knows Sandra Esqulant, beloved landlady of the Golden Heart in Commercial Street, sometime hula-hoop dancer, darling of the contemporary art world and the uncrowned monarch of Spitalfields. Before taking this picture, I asked Sandra to “Show me the Manet” and my readers who are artistically inclined will recognise the pose from Bar at the Folies Bergere 1882. Born just round the corner in Wentworth Street, Sandra (with her recently deceased husband Dennis) has kept the Golden Heart for us since 1977, through the lean years and the good. If Spitalfields were a tall ship, with all the residents as its crew, we should have an effigy of Sandra hewn from oak as our figurehead and know that we could sail through all the vicissitudes of life’s great ocean with confidence, with her as our inspiration and spiritual guide.
Graffiti in Sclater Street
Has there ever been such a hotbed of street art in such diversity, anywhere in the world, as we have here in the neighbourhood now? Around the top of Brick Lane, almost every corner is covered in tags, collages, drawings and paintings in an overwhelming variety of styles. This is the collective unconsciousness of Spitalfields sprayed, drawn, stuck, and painted all over the walls. I wish I could interpret it all and I feel I should be photographing it daily, because overnight masterpieces come and go. There’s a mystery here too, because mostly it seems to appear as if from nowhere. The white hot epicentre is Sclater Street (famous for its exotic bird market a century ago), where I managed to snap these three taggers at work this week in what has become our Sistine Chapel of street art. In future, I shall now be recording special pieces for you as they catch my eye.
Walking west from Spitalfields
Each week, I walk up to the West End and back a couple of times. It takes about an hour from Spitalfields to Covent Garden and I love this precious time of free-associative thought as I take my steps through the infinite spectacle of the city. When I set out, I usually let my feet guide me, but the first clear choice is whether to go north or south of Liverpool Street Station. South of the station takes me through the City and past St Paul’s Cathedral, whereas north of the station takes me via the Barbican and Smithfield or Clerkenwell. Most often, recently, I find myself walking through Bunhill Fields (pictured above) north of the Barbican, dropping in on Whitecross Street Market, then through Fortune Street Park, over to Smithfield and straight on to the West End.
As I walk back and forth, I’ll be reporting regularly to you on my recommended routes, discoveries and observations along the way.
Invasion of the monster veg in Spitalfields
Over recent weeks, there has been a stealthy silent invasion of the neighbourhood. In the side streets, lurking behind abundant greenery, sometimes concealed behind plastic sheeting or even protected behind wire mesh are these monster Kodu. There are long ones and round ones, ridged ones and smooth ones, yellow ones and green ones, patterned ones, and some which can grow so enormous that, like this one in a garden at Albert Cottages, they require ropes to hold them up – or maybe, like James’ giant peach, the ropes are there to hold them down?
At the Spitalfields City Farm in the polytunnel, there is currently one of the most incredible displays of vegetable life you will ever see, pictured below.
The future skyline of Spitalfields
At first glance, you would be forgiven for mistaking this cityscape with its cluster of tall towers for Los Angeles, Houston, Dubai, or even Shanghai or any one of those other fast-growing Asian cities – but this is in fact London with Spitalfields in the foreground. All the buildings in white are new or yet to be built.
This prophetic vision was revealed to me when I visited the New London Architecture exhibition at The Building Centre off Tottenham Court Road last week, where The Pipers Central London Model is on permanent display. It is made to a scale of 1:1500 and every building is there – I wondered to see my own home reduced to a tiny grey plastic cube the size of a Monopoly house. Though, strangely, the Spitalfields Market development appears not to have happened yet and the spire of Nicholas Hawksmoor’s Christ Church has been lopped off.
If you want to know more about future developments including Crossrail, go and take a look for yourself at The Building Centre or, alternatively, keep your eyes on the skyline, because it is going to change.
Mr Fox in Spitalfields
