Once a year Pall Mall closes to traffic and fills with more than 150 cars, from Richard Burns’s and Colin McRae’s Subarus to veterans bound for Brighton the next morning. Alan Groom, who has sight loss, gets there before the crowds and finds two famous trophies that almost nobody queued for.
I don’t own a Ferrari and never will, so I wasn’t sure a Sunday morning Cars & Coffee was a morning for me. I went anyway, and read a black silhouette, a white one and an impossibly wide one off their shapes alone, only to find I’d photographed a Daytona SP3, a McLaren P1 and my first ever Pagani Utopia. You don’t need to own the car to belong on the square.
5 min read • Micro-case study included
London’s most overwhelming market, and somehow one of my favourite places in it. Thousands of people, traders shouting over the trains, dozens of languages, and a white cane in the middle of all of it. The first time, I fled to a burger at the edge. Now I queue twenty-five minutes for a sausage roll and mean it.
8 min read · Survival strategies included