A decade ago, the first Cubitts opened on Marshall Street, London, and Soho swept us up with its warm and shabby embrace. An embrace familiar to so many outsiders who have made its criss-cross streets their home.

A meeting place for unexpected bedfellows, unlikely drinking companions, diverging cultures.

For cool jazz and rock’n’roll. Hollywood and French New Wave. British tailoring and Italian fashion.

For five new sun silhouettes.

Frames worn by people who look like they’ve got stories to tell. Faces you’ve noticed in the Soho throng. Characters in your haziest anecdotes.

Hidden round corners in worlds behind doors. Reeling along the Dean Street Shuffle, from The Coach and Horses to The French House, The Devonshire to The Union Club, and out into the blinding morning light.