Brightening The Dark
by Melissa ChessherAcross the street sits Spitalfields, one of
London's oldest
markets; it has transitioned into a hipster hot spot that attracts
weekend crowds who are in search of fashionable creations by young
designers. Opposite the market is Ten Bells, a pub famous for a
patron who staggered out and into the hands of Jack the Ripper.
Most nights, East End residents watch gaggles of tourists being led
by theatrical tour guides who dispense history, theory, and lore.
(Occasionally, residents treat the huddled visitors to their own
reenactments of Ripper crimes; these are done in jest from
second-story windows.) At the center resides Christ Church, a
Nicholas Hawksmoor-designed building that was completed in 1729 and
commissioned to serve as a formidable representative of the Church
of England in an area once teeming with Protestant Huguenots who
had fled Catholic
France because of persecution. Tall and blockish,
with an imposing porch and steeple, the church appears otherworldly
and at odds with its surroundings.
"Lots of neomystics, visionaries, and psychogeographers - most
famously Peter Ackroyd and Iain Sinclair - have written about the
Hawksmoor church," Sandhu says, as we begin our walk at the foot of
the church's steps after the sun sets. "It looked beyond Christian,
as if it had been winched to the East End from a far-off planet."
Taking quick steps, Sandhu talks about the hoboes who used to camp
on the church grounds and build roaring fires in the winter, and
then he points to the sky and speaks about other landmarks that vie
for skyline space and proffer a collection of competing imagery -
Islamic minarets, brew-house chimneys, St. Paul's Cathedral, and
the Erotic Gherkin, Londoners' nickname for the pickle-shaped
building by architect Lord
Norman Foster.
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