1926 is one of the happiest years in the life of Geoffrey Pyke, whose biography I’m now writing. Large chunks of this year he spent in London. Here, for the first time, is London in 1926 in colour, and I can’t stop watching it. There’s something about the height of the camera combined with the speed of it all which is hypnotic (I’m also a fan of the hand at 1:38).
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