Clothes next to food, household goods on top of sofas, tables, screws and CDs, plants and computers, old clasics and new innovations. Every Sunday of the year people come in search of a good deal, from six o’clock in the morning untill the sun goes down.

A greyhound stadium untill fifteen years ago, it became Hackney Wick Market after the stadium closed down. The unusual and rather abstract location deprives the market of the usual references we associate with London. So it becomes a world on its own, with its own diversities of language, cultures, and values.

By Mimi Mollica