Tat London Journal

Someone I know was once whisked away to Vienna. She was told all she needed to bring was a gown. They went to the opera that night and had the most delightful of weekends. It inevitably ended in disaster but really, what are memoirs for if not a scattering of glamorous, ultimately ill advised escapades. I implore you to make the memories. Perhaps they will not end in disaster. And even if they do, at least you will have left the house. And that is always a good start.

Welcome to this hodge podge of picks. I have wandered through some of my favourite dealers and selected pieces that made me think, quite simply, I would like to own that. Which is, of course, problematic. I have eclectic taste, so everything I choose inevitably looks like a hodge podge. My home is a blooming mismatch.

By God, she’s done it again. Blue Firth, long-time contributor to Tat London, has a knack for bringing to the surface things that should be so firmly under my nose that I always feel faintly embarrassed not to have known them already, and yet entirely grateful for the introduction. After her essential primer on the work of Lucinda Lambton, she has now made the imperative connection to one of the greatest television presenters of all time, Jonathan Meades.