Carnaby Street

I am on Carnaby Street (parallel to Regent Street and South of Oxford Street) and walk by American Apparel - pictured. What's up with the porno? Carnaby once London's fashion and all that - 1958 saw the first boutique, His Clothes, followed by I Was Lord Kitchener's Vale, Mr Fish and Cecil Gee (each had bespoke tailor's shops), Kelptomian, Mates, Ravel and on and so on. By the '60s, Carnaby popular with Mod and hippie styles while designers Mary Quant, Marion Foal and Sally Tuffin set up their stall; there were underground music bars like Roaring Twenties - here, The Beatles, The Who and Rolling Stones jammed into the morning hours (the legendary Marquee Club just around the corner on Wardour Street) and shopped and socialised - it became Swinging London's coolest destination which eventually stormed North America when Time Magazine noted in its cover story: "Perhaps nothing illustrates the new swinging London better than narrow, three-block-long Carnaby Street which is crammed with a cluster of "gear" boutiques where the girls and boys buy each other clothing."

Today Carnaby a rag tag of its formal self. No doubt it is crowded with shoppers spilling from Liberty's or nearby Asquascutum but it lacks the jazziness that made it famous. There is a good shop for trainers and a vintage clothing store or two and a few fashion bazaars but overall it can be done in fifteen minutes - thankfully, no Starbucks but neither Vivian Westwood nor Ossie Clark. Surrounding us is Soho which retains its cool maze of back streets connecting high-end boutiques to "adult entertainment." Looking up, the architecture amazing - I see Victorian and Art Deco against modern chic and awful 1960s. It is a fascinating area to meander even if the '60s' crown jewel has faded from its once glory.

Image from American Apparel website.