Tat London Journal

As I have surely mentioned before, this is one of my favourite features, although it does tend to get muddled. The houses below span the full spectrum of potential. Some are on their last legs, others need little more than a lick of paint, a well placed painting and some sturdy soft furnishings.

This article is stitched together each week by Charlotte Becque, who works with me at Tat. She diligently sends through the houses, and I cherry-pick, exclaiming with delight at the fruits of her labour. It’s a laborious process — particularly for Charlotte, I suspect — but it has become a fixture of the Tat map. After all, we are the sort of crowd who relish a bargain and can never resist peeking around other people’s properties, so it feels entirely fitting.

However far my school days recede in the rear-view mirror, I can’t help but greet September with a mix of trepidation, a touch of anxiety, and a healthy dose of excitement. The world seems to ready itself for a new chapter: plays, films, talks, and auctions are all back on the menu.