Street Art in London’s East End

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Jan 13, 2015


I tried to do a street art walking tour when we were last in London. I’ve always wanted to take one, to have someone point out the Banskys that I’ve walked by a dozen times and failed to notice. When we were there in the fall, the weather was unseasonably warm (the last day of October it reached an unheard of 70-degrees in the city. I wore a sundress. Rand had on short sleeves.) – perfect for wandering through the East End and admiring the works of not-quite-unknown artists.

The problem was, I couldn’t find a tour. Despite what their websites claimed, tours were on weekends only, and I was looking for something on a Tuesday or a Wednesday. So Rand and I just went on our own.

This was less jarring for him than it was for me. When we tour museums, I read every single placard and note. I need context and background. I need someone to tell me exactly what I’m looking at, or, failing that, at least who made it and when. But Rand roams around freely, scarcely reading a thing. He just meanders through a gallery and stops only when he sees something that calls his attention.

It’s madness. And it’s what we did in the East End on that sunny day.

I don’t remember where we started. On Brick Lane, maybe?


It’s wasn’t all that different from a gallery, really. Except for the bags of trash lying near the works. And the fact that you can take lots of pictures and not feel gauche.

Bonus: no matter what you have on, you will probably match the background.


Note the bare arms and lack of coats. It was literally colder in South Africa.


And absolutely everything is mixed media:

Love the inclusion of James Cagney in this piece (or is it pieces?)


With street art, everything becomes a collaboration.


Some of the works were massive, encompassing an entire storefront. It was impossible to miss them:


Others you had to search for, or you’d walk right by and miss them.


Here’s the same little guy again, in the lower right-hand corner. I assume it’s the same artist, but it’s hard to say. Street art can be derivative. Literally. Someone makes something, and someone else builds upon it.


We stopped a few times. Once for a snack:


(This was at Beigel Bakery on Brick Lane, which I highly recommend.)

This photo is misleading, because it suggests that Rand actually got to eat the sandwich he bought himself. I ate most of it.


Or was it twice for a snack?

This place was affordable and delicious. More about it in another post.


And we popped into stores as we went along. That’s the upside of not having a guide or an itinerary. You don’t really know what you are looking at, but you go at your own pace. You get lost. You shop. You eat bagels. And you appreciate things for what they are.

Sometimes, you are even able to figure out the story behind some of the works.

This is a mural of Charlie Burns, known as the King of Bacon Street. His family has owned a business in the area for more than 150 years. He’s kind of a legend:


Conversely, I have no idea what’s going on here:

… but isn’t it grand?

That’s a sentiment we kept repeating again and again. I don’t know what this is, but it’s amazing.

Actually, I know what this is.


I’ve learned that when it comes to appreciating art, or places, or even people, that’s the only thing you really need to remember.


If you want to take a guided tour of the street art in London’s East End, there are plenty of options to chose from (though during the summer there are inevitably more tours). I cannot vouch for any of these personally, but I’ve listed a few below (note: I’m doing so of my own volition and not at the behest of any of these groups). I contacted several of these on my last trip, but was unable to book anything, so if you want to take one, plan well ahead:

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  • Street art is so inspiring and brings color to the otherwise drab corners… and you guys added some more color to the scene…. 🙂

  • Andi

    I literally just said out loud “OMG she went to Beigel Bakery!!” before I had seen your caption, just needed to see the pics. So good.
    This whole post took me on a trip down memory lane (and Brick Lane) when I used to live in London. Loved the street art there and there’s a lot where I currently live as well (Oakland, CA) which is pretty awesome.

  • I didn’t realize there were walking tours of the street art in London, though now that I think about it it seems completely obvious. When I lived there I found myself going on a number of unintentional self-guided tours of street art because I would just happen upon it. I guess I feel like street art isn’t supposed to have context necessarily… so I never even thought to have someone tell me all about it.

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