It’s late Saturday night in central London and the streets are filled with excited murmur.
Men with men in their tow and girls with girls under their arms saunter down the streets having too much to drink.
She Soho is packed and the queue is out the door passing the butch bouncers checking IDs.
The underground bar smells of slopped drinks and sweat from too much dancing.
Singletons sit at the bar drinking alone while couples snog on couches.
For most, the bar feels like a regular home. Small and cozy, it’s easy to get to know.
Photography by Callie Vaught