You walk into the space, and wow. The vast height of the ceiling, painted like a summer sky; the giant stone columns; the tall gothic windows, Saint George in stained glass, memorial plaques, wooden pews and other trappings of a centuries-old church, some of which dates back to 1147.
But there’s also the boho chic, the velvet sofas and Turkish rugs, a giant infinity symbol suspended from the ceiling that was made by set-builders from Glastonbury festival, and dancers lying on the floor, taking advantage of the underfloor heating to warm their muscles. In the centre, a stage, with dancers from the company Impermanence rehearsing for their show Venus, enacting the story of suffragette-turned-fascist Mary Richardson. Many eras and strands of culture colliding at once.
