Brixton is best heard, not seennot eulogised in some some contemporary prose, pontificating the cultural coming together of class, ethnicity and bangin' beats. Some people just don't get SW2, making the mistake of confusing social class for race.
In a brief, audioboo attempt to redress this balance, I went for a walk around Atlantic Road on Saturday lunchtime, returning en route from le velo and the lido. This is Brixton Frontline, although thankfully the feel of the area has changed considerably from almost thirty years ago.
If you want to get a feel for how Londoners are feeling, you should head for Brixton; if you want to get a feel of how Brixton is feeling, best find yourself down at the market.
Saturday morning is always heaving around here, with locals buying up both basics and the many food delicacies from around the world. I left the iPhone rolling, recording the audio as I walked from Atlantic Road towards the train station.
Of course I should have actually spoken with my fellow Brixtonins to get a more balanced feel. But Brixton is essentially a place where individual identities are allowed to interact together. There is no one Brixton - it's all about the buzz.
Welcome to Brixton, my spiritual home for the past fifteen years.