From the tacky flashing lights and noisy fairground games and rides of Brighton Pier, to the pebble beaches, to the ostentatious flamboyance of the Royal Pavilion, to the melancholic poetry of the charred skeleton of the West Pier, to the quaint beach carousels, to the colourful beach huts, to the bold seagulls, to the long seafront promenade, to the old Victorian Madeira Lift, to the oldest working theatre in the country, the Regency era Royal Theatre Brighton (where incidently, I saw my childhood crush, Maxwell Caulfield, perform a bedroom farce), to the thronged centre of town, which reminds one why they call Brighton, 'London by the Sea' so full of shops and busy bustle it is, to the Lanes with their narrow alley-like passages, to the kiddie pools and English language schools, Brighton has a little something for everyone. It's only an hour away from London and has long been a gay haven and site of choice for dirty weekends. In fact, Brighton is so cool they nicknamed it Be Right On.
Some of my favourite views from Brighton:
Below: The flamboyant Royal Pavilion, built for George, Prince Regent, at the turn of the 19th century as his pleasure palace.
All photography by Shehani Kay