Monday to Friday and the City of London is alive with power-suited bankers and their smartly-attired secretaries, busily bringing down the British economy. Crowds commute, offices bustle with industry, important conversations are shouted into mobile phones and earpieces, and eateries thrive as innumerable business lunches are put on expense accounts. On this sunny Sunday afternoon however, Magda Wrzeszcz captures a different story: the City and Shoreditch are fast asleep and the pavements eerily deserted… except for a rogue piano player and his small, but captive, audience.
[...] black trench coat. This was the dilemma facing me and around twenty others in a dark corner of the City of London. Huddled together on a freezing, gusty evening perhaps was not the ideal time to contemplate such a [...]