Concrete Playground

There was a time when cameras didn't exist and so, when someone saw their double reflected back at them, that could only mean one thing – a demonic doppelganger had spawned in the world. But the double's got a different meaning in the multimediaverse, and legion are the numbers of people grinning at their own reflection.

What better way to celebrate contemporary narcissism than with the 15-minute guru Andy Warhol, whose posthumous patronage blesses this festival of music, art and markets? Witness the algal bloom of Paddington's underground art scene as it blossoms above the currents for one day of eclectic expression. Enjoy the day time, curated by James Shirlaw and Tara Cook, and then carry on over to the Exploding Plastic Inevitable redux of Velvet Underground covers.

The moral of this momentous double-gone moment? You don't need acid or life experience to enjoy a Sixties flashback.