Header picture: Ron English's version of 'Guernica'.

This was one hell of a night. Warehouse. Crowd. Bar. Beats. Flaming lanterns. Serviceable and free cloakroom. More bar. ART. Private view - Check.

The easily 5000 square foot space was not only teeming with big names, but paid adept and charged homage to the masters of art, as the title prologued. But not always overtly; instead, cleverly, subtly and under a stylish and (true to street art form), subversive guise.

Having passed through the doormen, jazzily dressed twenty something’s and particularly amicable cloakroom staff, the warehouse was something to take in. Pipped as the daddy of street art exhibitions and co-hosted by the exceedingly refined Opera Gallery London, the New Bond Street based French founded mecca for international fine and contemporary art, you couldn’t have felt more privileged to be a puzzle piece in the exhibition’s repertoire. Curated by Jean David Malat – Opera Gallery London’s enigmatic Director – and Butterfly Art News, the works on show, though hung in a light challenging space with oodles of space but not so many options in terms of artwork definition, the show as it is stands out as an aesthetic triumph. And yet this set up was nothing short of vastly appropriate to its curated content. The resident DJ gave the whole place a great vibe, filling the distinctly chilly air of the vacuous space with a hip buzzing sense of cooool. So to speak.

I fastidiously recommend going to see this, if only to see how a space can so perfectly make as selection of works and vica versa. Factory 7 may be vast but for Urban Masters it has done all the favours. Expect to see Banksy, Blek le Rat, Moz and Seen amongst many other great and vibrant talents. If not in person, (they were doing signings today) then in their most famed form, their urban masterworks. Never has graffiti been so critical, so feverishly contemporary.

All proceeds from sales of the exhibition catalogue will go to Anti-slavery International.