Browsing Topic Best Soho Quotes

For me, growing up in Harlem and then migrating down to SoHo and the Lower East Side and chillin’ down there and making that my stomping ground… That was a big thing, because I’m from Harlem, and downtown is more artsy and also more open-minded. So I got the best of both worlds.

London opens to you like a novel itself. […] It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences; it opens to you like a series of rooms, door, passsage, door. Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand.

I used to go to Saks, I would go to Bergdorf, I would go to Barneys, I would go to thrift stores in SoHo.

SoHo was called Hell’s Hundred Acres because it was full of sweatshops – without fire escapes. Completely not up to code. Every once in a while, these buildings would burn and 26 Puerto Ricans would be killed.

Things are very different now because a lot of those little clubs don’t exist. In Soho for instance, where nearly half my nightlife photographs were taken, it’s rapidly changing. There isn’t the same after dark frisson of excitement about the place any more.

Out of all the neighborhoods in Manhattan, Soho in particular had the charged atmosphere of a movie set, populated with passersby who looked like extras from Central Casting, so perfectly did they fit into this environment. There was the feeling of everything being not quite real, or too perfectly cliched to actually be true, and it began to rain in a fine, misty drizzle from a black patent leather sky.

Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann’s, Soho, playing skittles with skulls and bones.

I am sorry the infernal Divinities, who visit mankind with diseases, and are therefore at perpetual war with Doctors, should have prevented my seeing all you great Men at Soho to-day-Lord! what inventions, what wit, what rhetoric, metaphysical, mechanical and pyrotecnical, will be on the wing, bandy’d like a shuttlecock from one to another of your troop of philosophers! while poor I, I by myself I, imprizon’d in a post chaise, am joggled, and jostled, and bump’d, and bruised along the King’s high road, to make war upon a pox or a fever!

We were looking for someone who could get the film [Filth] made at that kind of level, with the finance we wanted, and we spoke to a lot of people. When I met James [McAvoy] in the Soho Hotel with Jon Baird, the director, he looked about ten years old. I thought there’s no way he’s going to be a forty-year-old divorced alcoholic cop. I thought, really lovely guy, I’ll let him and John talk and see if they get on.

Soho has got to be at its centre. It’s got such a history for rock, pop, poetry, jazz, writers, all those things, and I think it should be valued as such, and protected as this centre for bohemia.

People come from all over the world to see this little place they’ve seen in movies and read about in history books: Soho.

Oliver liked to play the part of disaffected youth, but he liked shopping in SoHo even more.

I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.

Soho is a gritty former mercantile area that has, of course, evolved into the most bourgeois neighborhood in New York.

I was out there for 12 days. There are more beggars in Soho than there are in Kabul.

It was the single best sexual encounter I’ve ever had. We were in the Soho Grand Hotel, and there was a mirror, and I was like, ‘Oh my God, you’re banging the girl of your dreams and you’re watching it right now.’

The poverty from which I have suffered could be diagnosed as ‘Soho’ poverty. It comes from having the airs and graces of a genius and no talent.