Tat London Journal

There’s something truly special about stepping into an artist’s studio. It’s not just a workspace — it’s a world filled with energy, ideas and raw creativity. You see the paint splatters, half-finished projects, sketchbooks, tools and personal rituals that don’t always make it into the final piece. And that’s what makes it so powerful.

I’m trawling Rightmove, as usual. I have to say that Nottinghamshire isn’t currently serving up the most inspiring housing stock in my price range. Cities built in the Industrial Revolution and battered by WW2 bombs or unsightly ring roads don’t tend to have an abundance of bucolic charm. I divert my search to Herefordshire, or Suffolk, or the Highlands and Islands. I over-dramatically lament. But as a Midlander born and bred I am allowed to being impishly mean, because hidde

For those of you who have been reading the Tat Blog for some time, you’ll be well aware of our affiliation with the designer Georgie Stogdon. That makes it sound like a paid partnership, but fear not dear reader, it is no such thing. Instead, it is a friendship that has been going strong for fifteen or so years.

London never ceases to surprise me. Having lived in West London all my life, you'd think my curiosity might have eventually led me to Osterley House. But no. Somehow, I missed it.

There aren’t many occasions when Tat gets a scoop. We’re not exactly set up for it—budgets are hardly a word we deal in. And I don’t mean that in the flippant “who needs a budget?” sense. I mean we rarely have the means to chase the stories we’d love to. Luckily, we have a handful of excellent contributors, and every so often, we stumble upon a house or a story that hasn’t yet graced the pages of a magazine or newspaper. When that happens, I feel a quiet sense of pride.

Before I let Liberty take you to the Golden Valley, I must hold my hands up and admit I’ve been sitting on this article for some time. Liberty — a woman of her word — wrote this for Tat after I visited her not long after she bought her red-brick beauty.

I’m hardly in the habit of refusing a good house story, particularly when the house in question is quite this handsome. So when Alice got in touch to say her marvellous property had just come to market, I naturally insisted she write something for the Tat audience.

Is there anything better than walking through London on a sunny day? Not a scorcher — just one of those quietly golden afternoons we've...

This week, we’re delighted to be joined by the renowned antiques expert and aesthetic savant, Guy Tobin. He introduces us to the Dreweatts s

House clearances are one of those necessary evils – unavoidable, often overwhelming, and usually needed in a hurry

On a recent jaunt to Cairo—yes, as one does—with the delightful company Anut Collection, I seized the chance to make a pilgrimage to one of

Knock Knock With Textile Designer Cathy Nordström Before you read our most recent Knock Knock, I must warn you it will make you want to...

When you think of a house related to Dalí, you likely envision scenes from Cadaqués, a small coastal town in northern Spain where Dalí...

Exploring Eleanor of Aquitaine’s Realm at Fontevraud Abbey by Blue Firth, founder of Dohm If you were a child in the 80’s I can pretty...

I came across the Instagram of littlepie.hoian on one of those hideous days when your eyes have glazed over, and to the outside world,...

The moment Casa Julfa came into view, I was enchanted. We've all had those weeks when the urge to escape is overwhelming—to disconnect...

A friend recently asked me if I was continuing the Knock Knock series, I replied in the affirmative. You may have noticed we have been...

We have not quite said goodbye to summer. This week feels like a very-needed break from the dismal patter of last week's rain. It seems...

“A large and dismal house” is how the ‘Great Expectations’ protagonist Pip describes Satis House. This atmosphere was undoubtedly down to...

Photography by Kort Havens 7th July 2023 We must thank designer and author Kyle Marshall for this month's Knock Knock. He contacted me...