Canvas & Cobblestones

Soho's art galleries, hidden murals, and the stories on every wall

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  1. 1. The Photographers' Gallery

    16-18 Ramillies Street, London W1F 7LW

    Look up at this building on Ramillies Street. Five floors of photography... tucked away just steps from Oxford Circus. It looks unassuming from the outside. But behind these walls is the birthplace of a revolution in how Britain sees photography.

    Did you know that before this building existed, this whole idea... a gallery Just for photography... started in an abandoned tea room?

    Back in nineteen seventy one, a woman named Sue Davies founded what would become the UK's first public gallery devoted to photography, in a former Lyons Tea Room in London's Covent Garden. She wasn't wealthy. She wasn't a photographer. She'd been working as an exhibitions secretary at the Institute of Contemporary Art. But when the Ica refused to show more photography exhibitions, she made a decision... if museums didn't want photography in their spaces, she would start her own.

    And here's the part that gives me chills. Sue had to remortgage her home and went without a salary for eighteen months. She found a derelict tea room at number eight Great Newport Street, and on the fourteenth of January, nineteen seventy one, she opened the doors. The inaugural exhibition was called The Concerned Photographer, curated by the great Hungarian American photographer Cornell Capa, brother of Robert. Admission was the princely sum of twenty new pence, and it marked one of the Last outings for the old shilling system before Decimal Day.

    The gallery went on to give First UK exhibitions to names like Yurgen Teller, Martin Parr, Sebastião Salgado, and Andreas Gursky! It also created the Deutsche Börse Photography Foundation Prize in nineteen ninety six, which annually rewards the most significant contribution to photography in Europe. With a thirty thousand pound prize, it's been described as the biggest and most prestigious of its kind on the continent.

    Now, the building you see today? It opened in May twenty twelve after an ambitious two year redevelopment of an old textiles warehouse. It was designed by award winning Irish architects O'Donnell and Tuomey. And even the street name has a story. Ramillies Street is named after the Battle of Ramillies, fought on the twenty third of May, seventeen oh six, during the War of the Spanish Succession. In less than four hours, Marlborough's forces overwhelmed the Franco-Spanish-Bavarian army... and London honoured the victory by naming streets in the surrounding area.

    Sue Davies ran the gallery for twenty years before retiring in nineteen ninety one. She passed away in twenty twenty, just four days after her eighty seventh birthday. But her gamble... that second mortgage, that abandoned tea room... changed British art forever. Every photograph you see inside these walls exists because one woman believed the camera deserved its own cathedral.

  2. 2. Liberty London — Art Nouveau Timber Marvel

    Liberty London, Great Marlborough Street, London W1B 5AH

    Look at this building in front of you. It Looks like it was plucked straight from Tudor England... but it's barely a hundred years old. And here's the truly extraordinary part. What if I told you that every dark timber beam you see was Once part of a Royal Navy warship?

    In nineteen twenty-four, architects Edwin Thomas Hall and his son Edwin Stanley Hall constructed this marvel from the bones of two decommissioned battleships... Hms Impregnable and Hms Hindustan. More than twenty-four thousand cubic feet of oak and teak were salvaged from those vessels. The very floors you walk on inside? Those are the old ships' decks.

    Now, Hms Impregnable has a fascinating backstory of her own. She was originally christened Hms Howe... a hundred and twenty-one gun, three-decker ship of the line, built from over three thousand century-old oaks felled in the New Forest. She was one of the last great wooden warships ever built for the Royal Navy... yet she Never saw a single day of active combat. Made obsolete by ironclad battleships before she could ever fire in anger, she spent her entire career as a training ship for boys at Devonport.

    And the building's frontage along Great Marlborough Street? It stretches the exact same length as Hms Hindustan herself... as if the ship truly docked right here in the middle of London. That was precisely the dream of founder Arthur Lasenby Liberty... to metaphorically dock a ship laden with treasures in the city streets. Tragically, Arthur died in nineteen seventeen... seven years before his vision was realized.

    Inside, twenty master craftsmen from Liberty's own Highgate workshop spent eighteen months hand-carving every oak panel, every pillar, every ornament... and each one is unique. Look up if you go inside... you'll find hidden wooden animals. A cheeky monkey. A frog on the stair. A hungry bear. Legend has it that when the last light goes out at night... the carved animals awaken to cause mischief.

    One more secret. This store became SO influential in design that in Italy, the entire Art Nouveau movement became known simply as... "Stile Liberty." Named after this very shop. Glance up at the rooftop before you move on... you'll spot a gilded copper Mayflower weathervane, over four feet tall, spinning among the chimney stacks. A golden ship, perched atop a ship... hiding in plain sight on a busy London street.

  3. 3. John Lennon 'Imagine' Sculpture

    Carnaby Street, London W1F 7PT

    Take a look at this bronze figure on the bench beside you. Arms stretched wide, head tilted back, legs casually crossed... as if he's soaking in sunlight that only he can see. This life-size sculpture of John Lennon, entitled "Imagine," was placed here at the top of Carnaby Street on the ninth of October, twenty twenty-one — what would have been his eighty-first birthday.

    Go ahead, sit down next to him. That empty space on the bench? It's there on purpose. The artist Wanted you to be part of the piece.

    And speaking of the artist... did you know this sculpture was made by a man who started his career writing songs for Broadway? Lawrence Holofcener was born in Baltimore, studied at the University of Wisconsin, and went on to write music for shows like "Mister Wonderful" — and even for Sid Caesar's legendary "Your Show of Shows." He came to sculpture Late in life and was entirely self-taught, holding his first exhibition in nineteen seventy-nine.

    But here's what makes this doubly special. Holofcener's Other famous bench sculpture sits on Bond Street — "Allies," featuring bronze figures of Winston Churchill and Franklin Roosevelt in conversation, unveiled by Princess Margaret in nineteen ninety-five. Two benches... two conversations about the world. One about wartime alliance. One about imagining peace.

    Holofcener's widow, Julia, explained that her husband "wanted to pay tribute to Lennon's music, but particularly to the concept of world peace." He sadly passed away in twenty seventeen, aged ninety-one, never seeing his Lennon placed Here... on this street that meant so much to the Beatles.

    And oh, this street has stories. Carnaby Street was where The Beatles came to get kitted out at boutiques like Lord John in the Swinging Sixties. Just steps away on Kingly Street stood The Bag O'Nails — a tiny basement club where the Beatles were regulars, and where Paul McCartney met his future wife, Linda Eastman, on the fifteenth of May, nineteen sixty-seven. That was the very night Brian Epstein hosted a dinner to celebrate finishing Sgt. Pepper's, and Paul slipped away afterwards to catch Georgie Fame performing. Their eyes met across the room... and the rest is history.

    One small footnote — within just months of the statue being installed, someone stole Lennon's glasses right off the bronze face! Even in sculpture, it seems, John Lennon remains irresistible.

    Now... before you move on, take one more look at that tilted head, those open arms. In two thousand and three, Holofcener draped a black sheet over his Churchill and Roosevelt sculpture during the Stop the War protests — his art was Never just decoration. And neither is this. It's an invitation... to sit down, pause, and imagine.

  4. 4. Spirit of Soho Mural

    9 Carnaby Street, London W1F 9PB

    Look up at this wall... and prepare to meet the Spirit of Soho.

    Back in nineteen ninety-one, the community of Soho created this mural at the western end of Broadwick Street to celebrate the characters and venues which make the area so special. Coordinated by two organisations — Free Form Arts Trust, who designed and executed the work, and Alternative Arts, who coordinated the workshops and public programme that went alongside — this wasn't some artist-for-hire project. It was a community effort in the early nineties, with local people getting actively involved in putting the mosaic panels together — so that anyone who helped could walk by and point to a little squiggle in the corner and say, "I made that."

    Now... look at the towering figure at the top. That's Saint Anne, who gives her name to Saint Anne's Church on Dean Street. The flame-haired saint holds out her skirt to give shape to a map of Soho, with its streets and lanes and their landmarks spreading out beneath her. Can you spot Liberty's department store on the western edge? Or Chinatown's pagoda tucked into the southeast corner?

    Dotted around you'll see dogs and hares, harking back to Soho's origins as a royal hunting ground in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. In fact, the word Soho is believed to have come from an old hunting cry!

    But here's where it gets Really interesting. Look at the bottom of the mural. There's an eclectic huddle of notable Soho residents and clientele — revolutionary Karl Marx, artist William Blake, poet Dylan Thomas, and jazz musician George Melly.

    And there's a secret love story hidden here. Teresa Cornelys — born Anna Maria Teresa Imer in Venice in seventeen twenty-three — was an operatic soprano and impresario who essentially invented London's First nightclub. In seventeen sixty, she rented Carlisle House, a large mansion in fashionable Soho Square, and her elaborate masked balls were an immense success — attendees included members of the royal family, the Prince of Monaco, the King of Denmark, and "half the peerage." When carriages caused traffic jams outside her house, she created London's first one-way system for coaches!

    And Casanova? He was her lover. She gave birth to a daughter, Sofia, from their affair.

    Now, if you're lucky enough to be here on the hour, Watch carefully. When the clock strikes, Marx sips a can of Coca-Cola, while Teresa Cornelys winks at her former lover Casanova, who returns the favour by blowing her a kiss. A love affair from the seventeen sixties... still flirting on a Soho wall, every single hour.

    The mural was restored in two thousand six by Shaftesbury Plc and The Soho Society, and the clock was re-activated by the Lord Mayor of Westminster on the nineteenth of October that year.

    Oh, and one more thing — hidden among the streets on Saint Anne's skirt, you may spot Groucho Marx, an allusion to the famous Groucho Club on Dean Street. So this single wall takes you from Karl Marx... to Groucho Marx. From Casanova to Coca-Cola. That's Soho for you.

  5. 5. Frith Street Gallery — Golden Square

    17-18 Golden Square, London W1F 9JJ

    Take a look around you at Golden Square. This quiet, elegant garden tucked into the heart of Soho has been a haven for artists for over three hundred years... and you're standing right in front of one of its finest chapters.

    Frith Street Gallery was founded in nineteen eighty-nine by Jane Hamlyn, in a Georgian townhouse at sixty Frith Street, just off Soho Square. Jane is the daughter of Paul Hamlyn, the legendary publisher and philanthropist, who built one of Britain's great fortunes through books. But Jane chose a different path... art. She originally set up the gallery as a forum to present the best in contemporary drawing. A modest beginning. But within a decade, something remarkable happened. The gallery produced a Turner Prize nominee for Four consecutive years — Callum Innes in ninety-five, Craigie Horsfield in ninety-six, Cornelia Parker in ninety-seven, and Tacita Dean in ninety-eight. That is an extraordinary run for Any gallery, let alone one operating out of a Soho townhouse.

    In two thousand and seven, the gallery moved to this large, purpose-built space on Golden Square. Today the gallery is known for a focus on female artists and an innovative programme spanning painting, sculpture, film, video, and performance.

    Now here's what makes this location so poetically fitting. Did you know that this very square has been drawing artists since the seventeen hundreds? The celebrated Swiss painter Angelica Kauffmann lived at number sixteen from seventeen sixty-seven to seventeen eighty-one. In seventeen sixty-eight, she became one of Only two female founding members of the Royal Academy in London. She wrote letters from this address to the Academy's president... and it would take over two Hundred years before another woman was elected a full Royal Academician.

    And the square's history runs even deeper. Originally the site of a plague pit, this square was brought into being from the sixteen seventies onwards. Legend has it that the statue in the garden was accidentally won at auction, when the winning bidder raised his hand to greet a friend... the purchase price was so low he simply gave it as a gift to the people of Golden Square.

    And those roses in the flower beds? They were a gift of goodwill from the Bulgarian capital Sofia in nineteen seventy-two.

    So from plague pit to aristocratic address, from foreign embassies to Dickens setting Ralph Nickleby's gloomy house here... Golden Square has constantly reinvented itself. And Frith Street Gallery, with its commitment to daring, boundary-pushing art, fits Right into that tradition. If it's open, step inside. Admission is free... and you never know what extraordinary thing might be on the walls.

  6. 6. Berwick Street — The Changing Wall Gallery

    Berwick Street, London W1F 0PP

    Look around you. Berwick Street. This unassuming road runs through the heart of Soho, and yet it's one of the most Extraordinary open-air galleries in all of London... one where the art is never the same twice.

    Berwick Street is famous for its changing murals and political art. Street art here is always changing — a mural today might be gone tomorrow, making each piece special. The walls of this street have served as a canvas for Soho's restless creative spirit for decades... bold abstracts one week, community tributes the next, biting political statements the week after that. But how did a humble market street become an outdoor gallery?

    Well, this street has creativity in its Dna. Berwick Street was built between sixteen eighty-seven and seventeen oh three, and is believed to be named after James Fitzjames, First Duke of Berwick. Home to one of London's oldest markets, dating back to seventeen seventy-eight, it's always been a place where people gathered, shouted, haggled, and made themselves Heard.

    And the people who walked these stones... extraordinary. Marc Bolan — the glam rock pioneer — grew up as Mark Feld, the son of Phyllis, who ran a fruit stall right here on Berwick Street Market. As a teenager, young Mark was often found helping his mother at the market. He also worked on the counter at the Two I's coffee bar on Old Compton Street, and used to sit with his friend David Jones — later known as David Bowie — in the Gioconda coffee bar on Denmark Street, the two of them sharing their dreams of success in music. Think about that... the Father of glam rock, dreaming of stardom while selling fruit and veg just metres from where you're standing.

    Then came the nineteen eighties, and Berwick Street became a destination for vinyl record collectors when it was known as "The Golden Mile of Vinyl." And This is what brought us one of Britpop's most iconic images. The cover of Oasis's nineteen ninety-five album "What's the Story, Morning Glory?" was photographed right here on Berwick Street. Art director Brian Cannon and photographer Michael Spencer Jones selected the street for its visual appeal — they were specifically looking for a street flanked by buildings that created a strong perspective and vanishing point. It was shot in the early hours of a Sunday morning on the twenty-third of July, nineteen ninety-five. And here's the twist... the two blurry figures on the cover are Not Liam and Noel Gallagher — they're the sleeve designer Brian Cannon himself and London DJ Sean Rowley. The Gallagher brothers simply... never showed up.

    So take a moment. Look at whatever mural graces these walls today. It might not be here next week. That's the whole Point. Berwick Street doesn't preserve its art — it lets it Breathe, lets it change, lets it argue with the last thing that was here. From market stalls to glam rock, from vinyl records to street art... this street has always been Soho's way of speaking its mind.

  7. 7. Quo Vadis — Karl Marx's Former Home

    26-29 Dean Street, London W1D 3LL

    Look up at the building in front of you... twenty-six to twenty-nine Dean Street. Today it's Quo Vadis, one of Soho's most celebrated restaurants. But behind those elegant stained-glass windows and that polished Georgian façade lies a story of Extreme irony... and art in the most unexpected places.

    These buildings were constructed around seventeen thirty-four by a carpenter named John Nolloth. A sculptor, Joseph Nollekens, was born in the house at number twenty-nine in seventeen thirty-seven. So art has literally been part of this address since the beginning.

    But the building's most famous resident was no artist. Karl Marx settled in London in eighteen forty-nine and is commemorated with a blue plaque at twenty-eight Dean Street, where he worked on the first volume of Das Kapital. His family occupied the top floor of this four-storeyed Georgian house. And the conditions were grim. Marx was closely followed by Prussian spies who sent reports back to Berlin. One wrote... "Marx lives in one of the cheapest quarters in London." He wrote to Engels that for ten days the family had lived on nothing but bread and potatoes. Marx himself claimed he rarely went out because his clothes were in pawn.

    Yet amid this poverty... art flourished. Jenny and Karl would organize Shakespeare plays in the front parlour, and Marx read Dante, Balzac, Cervantes, and Sir Walter Scott to the children.

    Now here's where the story takes its most delicious turn. The restaurant was founded in nineteen twenty-six by Peppino LeOni, an Italian who originally opened in just number twenty-seven, purchasing the property with a bank loan for eight hundred pounds. He named it after seeing a billboard in Leicester Square advertising a film. Quo Vadis... Latin for "Where are you going?" The answer for this building? From communist poverty... to fine dining.

    And the art connections kept coming! In nineteen ninety-six, the restaurant was bought by celebrity chef Marco Pierre White and the artist Damien Hirst, who filled the space with his paintings. The pair later had a spectacular public falling out, after which White Replaced Hirst's paintings with some of his own!

    Now, before you walk away... look carefully at the front-right of the building. There's a curious sight... a human nose, protruding from the wall. In nineteen ninety-seven, artist Rick Buckley undertook a guerrilla art project, gluing plaster casts of his Own nose onto buildings across London to protest the spread of Cctv surveillance. Legend has it that if you find all seven surviving noses scattered around Soho, you will become fabulously wealthy. So... can you spot the Quo Vadis nose?

    From a communist philosopher who couldn't afford trousers... to diamond-skulled artists and secret noses on the wall. This is Dean Street. And in Soho, art is Never just what hangs in a gallery.

  8. 8. Frith Street Gallery — Soho Square Townhouse

    60 Frith Street, London W1D 3JJ

    Take a look at this elegant Georgian townhouse... sixty Frith Street. The building you're standing before has original features dating all the way back to sixteen eighty-one. That makes it older than almost everything else on this street. And yet inside these ancient walls, some of the most radical contemporary art of the last three decades has been made and shown.

    Frith Street Gallery was founded in nineteen eighty-nine by Jane Hamlyn, right here in this Georgian townhouse. Now, Jane Hamlyn isn't just any gallerist. She's the daughter of Paul Hamlyn, the legendary publisher and philanthropist. She had art in her blood... and a vision for Soho that nobody else quite shared. Initially, the gallery was a forum for contemporary drawing, then it expanded into a wide range of artistic media. By the late nineties, this small Soho townhouse had produced a Turner Prize nominee four consecutive years running... Callum Innes, Craigie Horsfield, Cornelia Parker, and Tassita Dean.

    And speaking of Tassita Dean... she's become one of the gallery's defining voices. Her work addresses the process of plotting coordinates in space and time, making connections between past and present, fact and fiction. She still exhibits here regularly, across both this Soho Square space and the newer Golden Square location.

    The gallery is known for a focus on female artists... something genuinely pioneering for the nineteen nineties London art scene. Names like Marlene Dumas, Shilpa Gupta, and Cornelia Parker have all called this place home.

    Now... here's where the story gets extraordinary. Look just a few doors down the street. The most famous inhabitant of this stretch of Frith Street was Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who lived at number twenty, aged just eight, from September seventeen sixty-four during his grand tour of Europe. The Mozart family were lodgers of Thomas Williamson... who made corsets! Imagine that. An eight-year-old musical genius, living above a corset maker's shop. While staying on Frith Street, young Mozart met Johann Christian Bach, the youngest son of Johann Sebastian Bach, who had an important influence on Mozart's musical style. The Mozarts held concerts at Williamson's house, charging the public to attend.

    So this single stretch of Soho pavement connects a seventeen eighty-one townhouse, an eight-year-old composing prodigy, and the cutting edge of twenty-first century art. Frith Street doesn't just remember its past... it keeps reinventing it.

  9. 9. Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club

    47 Frith Street, London W1D 4HT

    Look at this unassuming doorway here on Frith Street. Number forty-seven. There's no grand marquee, no towering columns... just a simple entrance that has, for over six decades, served as a portal into one of the most important music rooms on Earth. This is Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club.

    The man behind it all was Ronnie Scott, born Ronald Schatt in nineteen twenty-seven, a British jazz tenor saxophonist with an extraordinary origin story. As a young musician, he worked on the Cunard liner Queen Mary, sailing back and forth across the Atlantic, just so he could sneak into the bebop clubs of New York City. Imagine that! A teenager from London's East End, playing dance music on a cruise ship by day... and haunting fifty-second Street jazz joints by night. At The Three Deuces, he watched Charlie Parker and Miles Davis, and even joined Dizzy Gillespie for a late-night jam session.

    That experience changed everything. In October nineteen fifty-nine, Scott and fellow saxophonist Pete King opened their club in a basement on Gerrard Street. The space had been a taxi drivers' hangout with billiard tables and a tea counter. With a thousand-pound loan from Scott's stepfather, they painted the room, built a tiny bandstand, and bought some second-hand furniture.

    By nineteen sixty-five, they'd moved here to Frith Street, and This is where the magic truly exploded. The clientele included Harold Pinter, the Beatles, Peter O'Toole, and Spike Milligan. And here's a detail most people miss... Ronnie Scott himself played the saxophone solo on the Beatles' single "Lady Madonna" in nineteen sixty-eight, and later the tenor sax solo on Phil Collins' "I Missed Again."

    But the story that Haunts these walls... happened on September sixteenth, nineteen seventy. Eric Burdon, the former Animals frontman, had teamed up with the band War for a residency here. That evening, Jimi Hendrix showed up for the second set, and played moving, dramatic phrases across their covers of "Mother Earth" and "Tobacco Road." It was his Final public performance. He passed away less than forty-eight hours later.

    And Ronnie himself? He was the club's master of ceremonies, famous for his bone-dry wit. One of his legendary introductions went something like... "Our next guest is one of the finest musicians in the country. In the city, he's crap."

    There's a brilliant twist to how American stars ended up here. In the early sixties, union rules demanded that a British act play the US for every American act brought to England. Then in nineteen sixty-four, the Beatles launched the British Invasion, and suddenly there were so many English rockers wanting US tours that top American jazz stars lined up to play Ronnie's. As Pete King once bragged... the bargain of the century was Sonny Rollins for the Sex Pistols.

    Today, from Miles Davis and Nina Simone to Prince and Amy Winehouse, some of the world's greatest artists have played on this stage. Step past that door on any given night, and you'll understand why this small room in Soho remains a living, breathing gallery of sound.

  10. 10. Bar Italia & Baird's Blue Plaque

    22 Frith Street, London W1D 4RF

    Look up at the building in front of you... twenty-two Frith Street. You see a glowing neon sign for Bar Italia, one of Soho's most beloved cafés. But now glance a little higher. There, above the door, is a blue plaque that marks one of the most extraordinary moments in the history of art... and of Seeing itself.

    It was in this very building that the engineer John Logie Baird gave the world's first demonstration of a working television in January nineteen twenty-six. And the story of how it happened is wonderfully eccentric.

    Baird used two cramped attic rooms upstairs as his laboratory from November nineteen twenty-four. He was a Scottish inventor... broke, sickly, and utterly obsessed with a dream most people thought was madness. He built what became the world's first working television set using items that included an old hatbox, a pair of scissors, some darning needles, bicycle light lenses, a used tea chest, and sealing wax.

    Now here's the detail that truly captures the imagination. His early system couldn't televise human faces — they lacked contrast — and the incandescent lights were so blisteringly hot that no person could sit under them. So Baird used a ventriloquist's dummy instead. Its name was Stooky Bill — "stooky" being Scottish slang for plaster. Eventually, the heat singed Bill's hair and cracked the paint on his face. The First face ever seen on television... was a melting puppet.

    Then came the breakthrough. On the second of October, nineteen twenty-five, Baird successfully transmitted the first television picture with a greyscale image — Stooky Bill's head — and then rushed downstairs to fetch an office worker, twenty-year-old William Edward Taynton, to see what a human face would look like. But here's the wonderful twist — the boy, scared by the intense white light, backed away from the transmitter! Baird had to bribe him with half a crown to sit still. Taynton became the First person ever televised in full tonal range.

    Three months later, on the twenty-sixth of January nineteen twenty-six... the night that changed everything. About forty members of the Royal Institution — all distinguished scientists in full evening dress — crammed into Baird's threadbare laboratory right here at Frith Street. The crush was so great they had to be divided into groups of six, with the others standing waiting on the stairs.

    And today? This nondescript building is better known as the home of iconic Bar Italia, opened in nineteen forty-nine by Lou and Caterina Polledri. They saw an opportunity for a café in Soho that could serve great coffee And act as a social center for London's Italian community. Over the decades, celebrities from David Bowie to Mick Jagger to Al Pacino have passed through its doors.

    So take a moment with this thought. Upstairs, a man with darning needles and a melting puppet gave humanity the power to see across distances. Downstairs, three generations of one family have been pouring espresso since nineteen forty-nine. Art, invention, coffee, and Soho — all layered into a single address on Frith Street.

  11. 11. Maison Bertaux — Art Above the Pastries

    28 Greek Street, London W1D 5DD

    Look at this little blue shopfront beside you on Greek Street. It might be the most Unlikely art gallery in all of London... and it started with a man running for his life.

    In eighteen seventy-one, Monsieur Bertaux, a Communard fleeing from Paris, arrived with an armful of recipes and opened this tiny pâtisserie and tea room in Greek Street. Now, think about what that means. The Paris Commune was a revolutionary government that seized power in Paris on the eighteenth of March, eighteen seventy-one. The French Army crushed it during the "Bloody Week" beginning on the twenty-first of May... and either killed in battle or executed an estimated ten to fifteen Thousand Communards. Around three thousand five hundred refugees, including fifteen hundred Communards and their families, arrived in Britain in the early eighteen seventies. Monsieur Bertaux was one of them. He didn't just bring pastry recipes across the Channel... he carried the ideals of a revolution.

    And if you look carefully at the gilded mirrors inside... three of them still bear the inscriptions Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité. The motto of the Commune, hiding in plain sight above the éclairs.

    It was no accident the shop opened here, for this was the heart of the French community in London in the late nineteenth century. The historic French Protestant church sits in nearby Soho Square, while the Catholic Notre Dame de France stands in Leicester Place.

    Now, the art. The shop is situated near the former location of Central Saint Martins art school, and has an art gallery on its upper floor, run by Tania Wade. This is no ordinary gallery above a cake shop. It was Here that Noel Fielding held his very first art exhibition, and in years since the space has featured artists such as Timothy Spall, Sigur Rós, Diva Zappa, Harry Hill, and more. Fielding's works sold like hot cakes — from fifty-pound signed posters to the most expensive pieces at seven thousand pounds.

    Countless people have passed through that blue door, from Soho fixture Jeffrey Bernard to Alexander Mcqueen, who used to visit as a Central Saint Martins student. The pâtisserie even hosted Mcqueen's twenty-fifth birthday party. And that distinctive deep navy blue framing the shopfront? That came from the painter Howard Hodgkin, who instructed the owners to "frame the front, the pastries, the life inside in deepest navy blue."

    Co-owner Michele Wade started here as a Saturday Girl in the nineteen seventies and, after a spell at Rada, briefly ran the shop from a bedsit in Manchester while appearing on stage in The Seagull. Can you imagine... managing a Soho pâtisserie by telephone while performing Chekhov up north?

    Over a hundred and fifty years, through two World Wars, through Soho's red-light days, through lockdown... they were Never closed. There's even a photograph from nineteen forty-five of the shop boarded with sandbags, while Anna the waitress with her two red-ribboned plaits hid under the domed silver steamer as bombs fell.

    This is a place where revolution, pastry, and art have been tangled together since the very beginning. Step inside if you can... and look UP.

  12. 12. Cedric Bardawil Gallery

    1-3 Old Compton Street, London W1D 5JA

    Look at this unassuming shopfront at one to three Old Compton Street. In a neighbourhood famous for its nightlife and neon, this listed building holds one of Soho's most quietly radical art spaces... the Cedric Bardawil Gallery.

    What kind of gallery has its Own record label?

    This gallery was established in June twenty twenty-two, exhibiting work from early career and international artists alongside more established names. But its founder, Cedric Bardawil, is no ordinary gallerist. He's a curator, journalist, and DJ who spent a decade blurring the lines between art and sound before he ever had a permanent address.

    Back in twenty twelve, Bardawil started something called "Something in the Attic," an ongoing series of exhibitions that combined visual art with music. These were nomadic, popping up in unlikely venues across London. His Fourth Sounds project brought together music and visual art, and his experience in music included a five-year DJ residency at Brilliant Corners, one of east London's most revered listening bars. He's hosted on Nts Radio and Worldwide FM, and contributed to The Vinyl Factory.

    And then... in twenty twenty-two, he found This space. Located in a listed building in Soho, the gallery was developed with multidisciplinary artists in mind and includes a sound system custom-engineered for the space. Think about that. Most galleries worry about wall colour and lighting. Bardawil worried about Acoustics.

    And here's what makes this place truly one of a kind. The gallery has its own record label, called Fourth Sounds, focused on releasing sound works, avant-garde music, and artist records on vinyl. Art you can hang on your wall... and art you can drop a needle on.

    The programme is event-driven and has included talks, publication launches, poetry readings, live performances, listening events, and even chess nights — all connected to the exhibitions on display. The gallery also encourages critical thinking through print publications and exhibition catalogues featuring long-form essays and film photography.

    Now, consider where you're standing. In the last third of the nineteenth century, this very street experienced a renewed influx of foreigners into Soho. Among the refugees from the suppression of the Paris Commune were the poets Verlaine and Rimbaud, and in the winter of eighteen seventy-two to seventy-three, one of their haunts was a bar at the eastern end of Old Compton Street. Rebels, poets, artists... this street has Always attracted people who refuse to fit neatly into categories.

    Bardawil himself came from an unlikely path — he studied at the Sotheby's Institute of Art for his masters in Contemporary Art, but before that he had worked in finance at Bloomberg. He traded one kind of exchange for another.

    What you see here at one to three Old Compton Street isn't just a gallery. It's a living experiment in what happens when you let art breathe... when paintings share space with vinyl records, when a chess night becomes part of an exhibition, and when the sound system matters just as much as the frames on the wall.

  13. 13. Soho Revue Gallery

    14 Greek Street, London W1D 4DP

    Take a look at number fourteen Greek Street. At first glance, it seems like just another Soho shopfront. But this building is one of the Oldest surviving structures on the entire street... one of probably just four original late seventeenth century houses still standing in more or less altered form, including number fourteen on the east side. That means the walls around you have been here since the sixteen eighties... over three hundred years of Soho history, soaked into every brick.

    Now, this stretch of Greek Street has always been tangled up with art and commerce. The street itself takes its name from a Greek church built in sixteen seventy seven on what is now Charing Cross Road. And almost immediately, it became a magnet for creative enterprise. Just two doors down, at numbers twelve and thirteen, in seventeen seventy four, Josiah Wedgwood moved to Soho and opened a new warehouse, enamelling rooms and showroom. And get this... the Greek Street house was fitted for the display of wares by May seventeen seventy four, and in the following two months the famous dinner service made for Empress Catherine of Russia was displayed to the world of high fashion. The exhibition of his Portland Vase copy was so wildly popular that they had to print tickets, limited to nineteen hundred a day. This was Soho's First blockbuster art show.

    But here's a detail most people miss. Before Wedgwood, these very buildings were connected to one of Soho's most extraordinary women... Teresa Cornelys. Born into a Venetian theatrical family, she had been an opera singer, occasional impresario and socialite. Casanova was the father of her children. Turning up in London in seventeen fifty nine as a destitute single mother speaking no English, she questioned why this great city had no settled entertainment for the nobility... so she gave Soho the nightclub. Her masquerade balls at nearby Carlisle House were so irresistible that in February seventeen seventy, Parliament adjourned Early to enable members to attend one of her masquerades. She even invented London's first one way traffic system... stating in her advertising that coachmen must draw up with the heads of the horses towards Greek Street.

    So this ground you're standing on has always been a place where bold women carved out space for themselves in worlds that tried to keep them out. And that spirit lives on inside Soho Revue. The gallery is committed to working with those who have traditionally been denied equity in the arts, prioritising a programme which promotes emerging female artists amongst other historically underrepresented groups. Through its residency scheme and fast growing programme of events, it hopes to help bring emerging talent back into the centre of London. They even run their own in house print studio, making original editions accessible to collectors who might never set foot in a Mayfair auction house.

    From Teresa Cornelys' masked balls to Wedgwood's ceramic showroom to a twenty first century gallery championing women artists... fourteen Greek Street keeps reinventing itself. But the story stays the same. Soho has always belonged to the outsiders who refused to wait for permission.

  14. 14. The Pillars of Hercules — Invader Artwork

    7 Greek Street, London W1D 4DF

    Look up at the building in front of you... number seven, Greek Street. This is The Pillars of Hercules — and if you look carefully at the exterior, you'll spot something that doesn't belong to the eighteenth century at all. A small, colorful mosaic of a pixelated alien, cemented right into the wall. That's the work of Invader, and it's one piece of a worldwide art game hiding in plain sight.

    But let's start with the pub itself. A tavern has stood at this address since at least seventeen thirty-three, though the Survey of London suggests even earlier — the "Hercules Pillars" was recorded on or near this site as far back as seventeen oh nine. The name refers to the Rock of Gibraltar and Mount Hacho — the ancient landmarks flanking the entrance to the Mediterranean, which Greek mythology says Hercules created when he pushed the two pillars apart, separating Europe from Africa.

    Now, notice the archway to the side of the building. The passageway leads into Manette Street, named after Doctor Manette, one of the characters from Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities, who is described in the book as living near Soho Square. Dickens quite literally wove this pub into fiction.

    And the literary connections don't end there. The poet and opium addict Francis Thompson was for many years a London vagrant. There is a story that one night in eighteen eighty-eight, Thompson, destitute and drunk, had collapsed in the doorway of the Pillars of Hercules, where he was rescued by Wilfred Meynell, the man who later published the poet's work. The story is likely inaccurate... but it captures the spirit of Thompson's desperate life perfectly.

    By the nineteen seventies, the pub was favored by many figures from the London literary scene, including Martin Amis, Ian Hamilton, Julian Barnes, and Ian Mcewan. Clive James named his second book of literary criticism "At the Pillars of Hercules" after this very pub, apparently because most of the pieces within it were commissioned, delivered, or written here. This was Soho's unofficial literary salon — conducted entirely over pints.

    Now — back to that mosaic. Invader is a French street artist who has been "invading" cities around the world since the nineteen nineties. He's known for ceramic tile mosaics modeled on the pixelated art of nineteen seventies and eighties eight-bit video games, especially the titular aliens from Space Invaders. He has visited London on many occasions since his first visit in nineteen ninety-nine and has left over a hundred pieces across the city. There's a particularly high concentration right here around Soho.

    Here's where it gets interesting. The sites for his mosaics are often chosen for their visibility, local interest, and symbolism. No two pieces are alike. Each one is catalogued with a unique identifier — London pieces are labeled L-D-N followed by a number. And there's even an app called Flash Invaders where fans can track down and "flash" mosaics, earn points, and compete with fellow enthusiasts. You can score between ten and a hundred points for every piece you capture. So if you have a smartphone... pull up the app, point it at the mosaic on this wall, and see if you can claim your points right now.

    Think about the layers here. A pub from seventeen oh nine... a Dickens novel from eighteen fifty-nine... a Victorian poet found slumped in its doorway... and now, a twenty-first-century pixelated alien cemented to its wall by an anonymous Frenchman. That's Soho in a single building — centuries of art, literature, and rebellion, stacked one on top of the other.

  15. 15. House of St Barnabas — Rococo Gem

    1 Greek Street, London W1D 4NQ

    Look at this handsome Georgian building on the corner of Soho Square. From the outside, number one Greek Street seems modest... almost plain. But behind that unassuming brick facade hides one of London's most extraordinary artistic secrets — and a story that spans Jamaican plantations, London's sewers, and the pages of Charles Dickens.

    The house was originally constructed between seventeen forty-four and seventeen forty-six, but for years it sat unfinished, an empty shell. Then, in seventeen fifty-four, a man named Richard Beckford moved in — a wealthy planter fresh from Jamaica, and brother of Alderman William Beckford, who lived almost next door on Soho Square. Richard had money... and Taste. It is likely that he commissioned the elaborate rococo plasterwork that makes this interior one of the finest in all of London. We're talking about ceilings dripping with ornament! The drawing room ceiling has heads representing the Four Seasons in its corners, and a central oval medallion showing four putti holding symbols of the four classical elements... earth, water, fire and air. There are even two dragons made of papier-mâché lurking at the top of a wall panel.

    But here's where the story takes an unexpected turn. Richard Beckford departed for the continent at the end of seventeen fifty-five, probably for his health... and died in Lyon, France, on the twenty-fourth of January, seventeen fifty-six. He barely had a year to enjoy his masterpiece.

    The house changed hands many times, and then... the sewers arrived. Yes, the Sewers. In eighteen eleven, the house ceased to be a private residence and was let to the Westminster Commissioners of Sewers. By eighteen fifty-six, it had become the office of Sir Joseph Bazalgette — the man who would save London from cholera. Picture it... the greatest engineering mind of Victorian England, sitting in rooms covered in delicate rococo cherubs, planning over a thousand miles of underground tunnels.

    And then came Dickens. Research published in The Dickensian in nineteen sixty-three suggests that the rooms and gardens of this very house were the blueprint for the imagined lodgings of Doctor Manette and Lucy in A Tale of Two Cities. The plane tree mentioned in the novel still stands in the small garden behind the house — said to be the Only private garden in Soho. And if you walk around the corner to Manette Street — that street was renamed after Dickens's character by the London County Council in eighteen ninety-five. It was formerly called Rose Street.

    Now look closely at the railings on the Soho Square side. There's a Penny Chute attached to the railings — coins dropped in fall down a pipe to an alms box in the kitchen. People Still donate to the charity using this method today. Because in eighteen sixty-two, this glamorous aristocratic mansion became the House of Charity, its first list of members including William Ewart Gladstone himself. The building took a direct hit during the Second World War, putting it out of action as a refuge — before the Air Training Corps moved in and patched up the damage.

    A Jamaican planter's dream... a sewer engineer's office... a novelist's muse... a shelter for the homeless. One building, holding all of Soho's contradictions behind a single, very old, front door.