You get out of the Shoreditch High Street station, only to be met with street art to the likes of Berlin’s graffitied utopia.
You wander around the streets, to find yourself drawn towards a parking lot. No, not just any parking lot. This one has two cars stacked above shipping containers, flanked with colorful furniture and industrial bins that looked like it was added there thoughtfully to add a block of color. One of the cafes is pumping out music, you’re not sure of the genre but it sounds pretty cool and laid back. A CRYPTOPARTY LDN catches your eye, you wander through a door thinking that it was an art gallery only to realize it was an office space.
People are staring at you. But, they’re not really people though.
You stop for a moment to adjust your backpack. You look behind you and notice a shop. The colorful art and black clothes draws you in. You go inside and admire a giant, leather hoodie dress that was handmade by the artist. A man wearing a black collar and paper crows smiles as he explains the designer’s work. You meander down the stairs to find yourself in an art gallery space filled with the most profane things ever drawn.
Leaving the stores behind, you cross the street. Up ahead, a figure in graffitied and clad in gold. You are not sure if this figure is a real person standing very still or a sculpture. You stare unable to look away, looking for signs of life. This was not a real person.
Shoreditch is both a creative and also a tech hub. An ominous warning by the tech gods is posted on the walls.
Welcome to Shoreditch!