We bring you our guide to living well in the world’s capitals, from exhibitions to cinema, food, drink, fashion, music and beyond. Just call it culture and take it, it’s yours.


Breathe it in
It’s Hallowe’en, we know. But first things first: tonight Foxygen are playing a sold-out show and it’s 10 minutes down the road.

The rise of California’s Sam France and Jonathan Redo is a great thing. Here’s a band that have pulled off a double album with elegant aplomb, …And Star Power released this month is a sprawling opus of sexy light and shade, a sonic leash pulled tight and let go bounding between luminous reflection and total wig out.

Weirdly, the band’s evolution seems to have narked a few purists going by YouTube comments here and there. Here’s a truth: anyone who’s drawn to an online comment box is usually wrong (sorrynotsorry). Foxygen are the real fucking deal, a group of majesty and vitality, with the thrill that they could spin out in any direction – or several, all at once. Live, you are getting a performance. A lot’s been said about frontman France’s recent stage behaviour; hitting himself in the face with the mic, speaking in non sequiturs, giving it back to hecklers and climbing all over the equipment. Know that whatever you’re getting, you’re getting 100%. Perplexed? It’s your loss.

Foxygen (sold out, so use your initiative), Friday 31st October, Village Underground, 54 Holywell Lane, London, EC2A 3PQ

I think you’re the fucking Antichrist
It doesn’t really matter which frightener you’re thinking about seeing this hallowed eve. But if you’re going to do it properly and get a bit jumpy rather than laugh disappointedly you have to stick with the classics. Hackney Picture House generously has a plethora of them showing all weekend so you’ve plenty of time to fill your boots. Or underwear.

The blueprint for an infinite amount of imitations, none of which come remotely close, William Friedkin’s 1973 classic The Exorcist remains unmatched, both in terms of the sinister urban legends shrouding its production and the terrifying account of demonic possession contained within. A unnerving watch no matter how many times you’ve seen it, it’s all the better for being on the big screen. This director’s version contains ten minutes of previously cut footage, including some genuinely unsettling additional effects.

The Exorcist – Director’s Cut, 1973, 128 mins, check here for listings

Next, a disturbed adolescent from a semi-functional upper-middle-class family who loses their shit, goes off the rails completely then narrowly avoids death only to be plagued by the voice of a six-feet tall bunny commanding them to do terrible things. That’s Donnie Darko.

Jake Gylenhall’s moving and distinctly mind-bending journey through suburban America complete with the destructive knowledge of the secrets of the universe and the tempting power to alter time and destiny make this flick a firm cult favourite. Let’s hope the bunny doesn’t pop a squat next to you in the Picture House…

Donnie Darko, 2001, 113 mins, check here for listings

Beyond existing forces of life
Over at the Pilar Corrias gallery is a broodingly mysterious exhibition from Philippe Parreno, an artist who really likes to play god within his own artist range through altered perceptions of time and space, featuring audio and visual works that include a moving mechanical window blind that translates sounds outside the gallery space into an ambient melody inside, and a flickering animation created from hundreds of drawings of fireflies. Dreamy, freaky and uniquely inviting for this otherwise brain-dead weekend.

Philippe Parreno: With a Rhythmic Instinction to be Able to Travel Beyond Existing Forces of Life, Pilar Corrias, 54 Eastcastle St, London, W1W 8EF
Until 14th November

A harlot’s progress on Gin Lane and Beer Street 
Onto another rather macabrely themed exhibition with a legend of british social documentation, satirist and artist William Hogarth at the Cartoon Gallery. (Didn’t know there was a cartoon gallery? Us neither. We do now).

Hogarth’s satirical paintings and prints, depicting the squalor and lavishly grotesque existence of London society seriously captivate. Think a city full of prosperity and poverty, where virtue and health is completely compromised by ambition for the dandy and impoverished prostitute alike.

Hogarth’s London, Cartoon Museum, 35 Little Russell St, London, WC1A 2HH
Until 18th January 2015

The last resort
If all else fails or if the pretence of cheap wigs, plastic teeth and sexy horror character outfits aren’t doing it for you this weekend then head to new Soho watering-hole Basement Sate for one of the impressive array of blends they offer, including The Beet Me Up, a hearty autumnal blend of vodka, beetroot, Moscato d’Asti and warming ginger. One to savour and nothing to be frightened of.

Basement Sate, 8 Broadwick St, London, W1F 8HW

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