The Wapping Project is within a former hydraulic power station, a melodramatic building covered in creepers. It’s a restaurant, an exhibition (unsettling, I’d say), cutting-edge furniture and books to read, all together.
Sometimes London is a black & white place. Grey and thick clouds do not allow colors to slice through the atmosphere. Brick building look tired and the Thames is a dead flow of water. I walked along the river in search of colors. I found cold and quietness, instead. And the Wapping project, another passage to black.
