Upon walking into the Foundry you can be forgiven for mistakenly believing you have just entered a land fill site. The couches are ripped, the chairs are repulsive and the assortment of brick-brack suggest the interior designer might as well have been a blind lunatic. Of course, this is all part of the Foundry's charm and the "give a sh##" décor that the place exudes makes a refreshing change from the try-hard "Ikea luxury" chain-bars that predominate London's drinking holes.
Everything in the Foundry in one form or another can be misconstrued as, or indeed is, art. Upstairs where the bar is located there are usually pieces of original art exhibited around bizarre seating arrangements. Downstairs in
what formerly were the banks vaults are two gallery's where artists are invited to exhibit their works for free and there is a regular turn over making it likely that your are always going to see something new. It is rare that a bars toilette's are an attraction but the
graffiti laden lavatories of the establishment, like the rest of it, defies the norm.
