London was always a source of inspiration. We think it’s because of its brick walls, the fog, and those first raindrops that we actually love (well… maybe is because we don’t live in there).
That mix makes that every single street becomes the perfect scene.
And you know what? There’s space for everyone, for Nottin Hill Hugh’s bookstore or for Jack the Ripper in Whitechapel. The story we tell you today is easier, no bookstores, no Hughs, neither Jacks, but we do have fog, bricks and a bit of rain.