The architecture, Regency style of course, not named for the street, but for the Prince Regent himself, is distinctive. As a child, in the north of England, I knew Regent Street as a square on the Monopoly board. That was before it became a tangible place to me. I knew that it must be a street, but it was somehow surprising the day I first walked along it – as if fiction had become reality.
My experience may surprise Londoners, and those who frequent its many shops. Luxury shops – where the labels on certain items read ‘Price On Inquiry’, or something similar. A phrase that usually implies to the common man, “If you have to ask, you can’t afford it.” Urban myths have us believe such places are aloof and standoffish. Is this so? Really? I once believed that about galleries, but real life experience disproved those suspicions. One day, after lockdown, I might go and find out about Regent Street shops.
This painting’s Regent Street treats all subjects with an even brushstroke. Its ignoble side bins and a service box are painted with equal care. The busy scene includes shoppers and sightseers. There is even space for a dog: a Springer Spaniel called Arrow – my dog, alongside my husband and son.