The Boy Who Killed–And the Mother Who Tried to Stop Him
“When he’s judged I’m judged.”
“When he’s judged I’m judged.”
A profile of London’s mayor.
'He collapsed on Granville Road, within 100 meters of the house he was renting for $20,000 a month. Police and medics were called to the scene, but within 30 minutes, Perepilichny was pronounced dead. Police told the press the death was “unexplained.” A 44-year-old man of average build and above-average wealth had simply fallen down and died in the leafy suburb he’d recently begun calling home.'
Rosie grew up in a succession of decrepit houses in South London with one man and a rotating cast of women, who claimed that they had found her on the streets as an infant. The man, Aravindan Balakrishnan—Comrade Bala, as he wanted to be called—was the head of the household. He instructed the women to deny Rosie’s existence to outsiders, and forbade them from comforting her when she cried.
On London’s new squad of “super-recognizers.”
There are 1.7 million active Uber riders in London, about half the daily ridership of the Tube. Three years ago, there were 5,000.
Why has a prestigious address been used so many times as a center for elaborate international fraud?
For at least 130 years, cabbies in London have been taking what many believe is the hardest test in the world: through a series of oral exams that takes four years to complete, they must prove that know every one of the city’s 25,000 streets, every business and every landmark.
Policing Tottenham Hotspur fans.
Three London flatmates navigate work, identity, and class.
"Licia herself did not believe in restricting her lifestyle to her earnings, and was in the happy position of not having to. Her parents (The Parents, she called them, as if they were the only ones in the world) were forever buying her extravagant gifts and sending her hampers from Fortnum and Mason. Every spring and autumn, she and her mother went out to buy Licia a new summer wardrobe and a new winter wardrobe. If Licia were to peer from the top of a tall staircase, or teeter along a perilous rooftop, she would see The Parents waiting below, with mattresses spread out to catch her, duvets and goose down pillows. The feathers buoyed her steps; her feet, in their Italian leather shoes, never quite made contact with the pavement. She was always the one turning up the heat or throwing out two-day-old bread or buying white rum and vermouth to make cocktails."
The hunt for a secretive network of British men obsessed with accumulating and cataloguing the eggs of rare birds.
“Southwark’s petty thugs must have thought all their birthdays had come at once: a well-dressed toff stumbling round their borough in no state to defend himself, and with an alcoholic street whore as his only companion.”
Reconstructing a mysterious 1892 London murder.
“We can conclude at least two things with certainty about the tenants of One Hyde Park: they are extremely wealthy, and most of them don’t want you to know who they are and how they got their money.”
Navigating the sewers of London and summiting the peaks of Paris with a group of urban explorers.
The history of the The City of London Corporation, a “prehistoric monster which had mysteriously survived into the modern world.”
Meeting Nick Drake, London, 1970.
The sewer hunters, or “toshers,” of 19th century London.
Knowing where to find the most valuable pieces of detritus was vital, and most toshers worked in gangs of three or four, led by a veteran who was frequently somewhere between 60 and 80 years old. These men knew the secret locations of the cracks that lay submerged beneath the surface of the sewer-waters, and it was there that cash frequently lodged.
On Abbey Road studios, the Beatles, and modern record production.
Joining the water company’s “flushermen” to tour London’s sewers.
On the London riot on 2011, which “tells us a great deal about our ideological-political predicament and about the kind of society we inhabit, a society which celebrates choice but in which the only available alternative to enforced democratic consensus is a blind acting out.”
Part one of W.T. Snead’s Victorian-era investigation into child prostitution.