Classic Cafes presents
Enclaves is a site-within-a-site. A compilation of internal links to unsung environments that may help further enhance your enjoyment of Classic Cafe ambience.
Where Western Europe and America share a genius for living and demonstrable civic largesse, England still endures an ongoing social psoriasis of hospital crises, train crashes, shutdowns, riot and endless lager-logged themed beer-gardens rammed with day-release lad casualties.
Whatever the propagandizing of Cool Britannia, the country remains in many ways crushingly dingy, relentlessly third-rate, reliably unsightly. Functioning transport, decent housing, civilized healthcare, a first-world standard of living? Forget it.
The dead-zones of Incidental England show where Britain truly excels: drizzled parks, soiled launderettes, frayed tailors, abject chemists, threadbare barbers'...
Enclaves concentrates on all these key areas of the dismal and denigrated which are such a fundamental part of British life.
Environments sharing these inert synergies - and sympatico to cafe culture - will be referenced here as Enclaves becomes a repository for all things pertaining to the sacred psychogeographic mysteries of pyrex cups and saucers placed squarely on faded Formica.
Our favourite enclave of the moment is Arber's old print shop on Roman Rd. A pre-war wrecked entrance, windows full of aged, dirty stationery and an engaging war veteran owner who still uses proper lead fonts for his comp slips. Arber's is packed high with useful untidy stuff and is supremely beautiful. It is one of the greatest emporia of its kind in London and fast becoming a focus for the Chisenhale art crowd greedy for retro-kitsch printed invites for their Hoxton non-shows.
is under heavy construction so keep checking back.