Brixton has every sign of being London’s cultural capital. What happens when we actually lean into it?
A year ago, I started writing about something I couldn’t quite name. I’d been watching Brixton’s night-time economy shift — venues rebranding, energy changing, something slipping — and I kept circling the same question. Not “what’s happening to Brixton?” Everyone’s been asking that for a decade. The question underneath it: what is Brixton?
What is our identity? Not what we were. Not what we’re losing. What are we, right now?