I don't know what to think about the one on the right. the effect is a bit muted in the photograph, but in real life it is really something. every possible square inch of the TINY little door for an elf is taken up with flowers and plaques and statues of lions. I have no idea what kind of person lives here. almost anyone could walk out of that door, and it would not surprise me. a few doors down from this flat is one that is really just covered with english flags and st georges crosses and that, which obviously does make me a bit scared. Today's a bank holiday, and when we got here earlier, there were all these people in the "square" listening to music. all really going for it with the scraped back hair and the coughing and smoking and being a bit fat with terrible jeans and anguished expressions and eating horrible food.
playlist
a) tina turner
b) matchbox 20
it does feel a little bit like i have wondered on to the set of a movie that is v grimly intent on depicting the Lives Of The Underclass Peppered As They Are With A Mix Of Squalor And Gaiety. but then my room is so lovely and white and light, and I'm so so close to hampstead heath and primrose hill and everywhere nice, and also they are not baddies, these people.
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