Confess, we all like a tart with a heart. Same goes for a city. Streets with blonde locks, ruby-red lips and big, fulsome high-rises is a great city, yeah? Yeah? Give me bright yellow. Splash some fluoro pink across the pavements. Noisy, angry people – hurl that abuse at me from across the road!
Holborn could do with a bit more billboard action like the images above. Having attempted to rebrand itself as ‘mid-town’, an expression I despise cos it means nothing in London and everything in New York – i.e., why not just call it Holborn and be done with it? – sometimes I wonder if Holborn should just celebrate its glamour meets homeless meets drug-culture vibe?
Love a few signs. How bout a few more of these…
His voice is familiar to many who step out bleary-eyed from the depths of Holborn underground. Sometimes, I wonder if his voice box might fall out, a little like an old clutch in a car. Could you imagine a bevy of spruikers? A tad more Colombia Road perhaps?
And my pic doesn’t quite do justice to how garishly yellow my new local cafe is. But like everything else in Holborn, it’s this sort of thing that makes it great.