London light is some of the most beautiful light I’ve recently seen (‘recently’ being: this morning). It is soft and hazy because the fog is so thick yet razor sharp with coldness that it cuts right through your chest. London is like the Marilyn Monroe of cities; it puts itself in the best possible soft focus stage light, emplifying it’s incredible beauty only to cushion the blow of the over-crowded tubes, deafening police sirens and it’s rat-race impatience in the streets at daybreak. The best possible wake-up call I could think of.