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Come up and see me sometime
Words by Andrew Tuck
Garishly painted, harshly lit and authentically distressed: the entrances to Soho's model parlours are the very opposite of contemporary chic. Still, they seem to do the trick.
Interiors magazines are always telling you what different colour schemes and arrangements of modern furniture say about you: "Enjoy pinks and sari-fabric curtains? You're an extrovert, someone who likes adventure," you know the sort of thing.
Well, what do these brightly lit hallways say about their owners? "You're on the game" wouldn't be a bad start.
For these are all entrances to prostitutes' (or "models", as the signs announce euphemistically) flats in London's Soho. And they all seem to be the work of the same designer: note the flattering bare bulbs and the strip lighting, the identical staircases worn by the footfalls of thousands of lusting men, and those shocking Mediterrnanean colours.
These carefully styled interiors are under threat, however: Westminster Council wants their landlord to return the properties to solely residential use. Not without a fight, say the prostitutes.
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