Back to Bradley's bar on Hanway Street today to continue my studies of its fascinating interior...whilst soaking up the atmosphere and translating that into type.
I love how long the vinyl jukebox must've been there for just like the rest of the decor, that those things remain (i'm sure its not purely for the money it rakes in), patient and solid whilst everything else moves about , its like we borrow some of their timeless (...or, 1960's) charm for the evening when we go there.
How comfortable this place makes us (me) feel, especially against the contrasting ever-refurbishing surroundings of central London.
