This book is gritty, some of the scenes aren't pretty and yet everything in it and all the characters portrayed are real and their circumstances existed at the time. It is not an idyllic jaunt down rose-tinted avenues and yet by not being so, it is a true deferential homage to the real people of the East End. Mention is made to the burgeoning fashion scene and the pop culture, but the old man on the bench and muddied babies in the tenements existed too. To complain that this book doesn't have enough clean, glamorous images of market stalls, mini skirts and music is missing the point - of course it's nice to see those images but just as important is the capturing of what life was really like for some people then. It can't capture every aspect of the diverse East End, nor should it. The pictures that are in here aren't sensationalised though, nor are they contrived, they are honest and beautifully taken. What is heartening is that beneath the dirt, the poverty, the hardship and the struggle, Steve Lewis shows us the real people of the East End, smiling against adversity, embracing the traditions (see the pearly kings and queens) but encouraging the new ideals and fashions (see David Bailey and his glamorous sidekick). To suggest that this should be full of glamorous images of people enjoying themselves is naive, pointless and disrespectful to the people who did live like this. There is no doubt that Steve Lewis knows how to take an excellent picture, and from cover to cover this book is full of them. It is fascinating, alarming, revolting and humorous in equal measure, but most of all it is genuine - genuine people living in a real place at an actual time.