The London shopping centre is a happy slap of enchantment; a spectacular non-space. When you are here, there is no here, writes Iain Sinclair. Photography by Dominik Gigler
A vision of the future, to which we are so terminally mortgaged, has arrived in London’s Shepherd’s Bush in the disguise of a sleek, committee-designed hangar. It looks like a vanity-project swimming pool, intended to demonstrate the readiness of some ambitious provincial city to welcome the Commonwealth Games, circa late 1950s, early ’60s.