Suede
A New Morning

Suede - A New Morning

Review by Alice Dream

It is the turn of the century. Urchin boys run through the streets, their lovable faces stained black with coal dust and grime from the chimneys of Victorian London. A perpetual pea-souper reduces vision to a few feet. Languishing in an opium den off the New Regent Street is a foppish waif. His addled brain is mi»