A Georgian town house, framed by trees, with Hyde Park beyond. Here I find what I love about London: its unique light.
It began by taking everything back to nothing. Every floor and every surface was stripped out to reach a raw canvas. The principal work lay in digging out the lower ground floor for a generous kitchen and a home spa. The studio occupies the ground floor; the drawing room and dining room the first; above them the master suite, and above that the guest suite.
The palette rests on a few materials chosen for the character they impart: reclaimed oak, hand-applied Venetian plaster, marble, bronze. A light grey of my own creation covers the walls; the wools and cashmeres were woven in Scottish mills. Ming-inspired chairs sit beside a Corian dining table whose base carries a Japanese character carved for luck. The tones are muted — whites, cool greys and lilacs — set against beluga, the deep hue between brown and black. Pieces of coral punctuate the rooms.
Most of the walls are left bare. I want only the purity of the space; it takes away the frenzy of the city. To me, the perfect place to live and create.