Being a collector can sometimes feel like a burden. To begin with, it can be difficult to find homes for an ever-growing number of items, whether cahors, bowls, fossils or rugs. One man’s solution has been virtually to give over his entire early nineteenth-century house to a sometimes eccentric but always inspiring collection of objects. Every room is crammed with auction-house finds or items that simply have a special colour of texture. He derives enormous pleasure from his four-storey house with its bare floorboards and uncurtained windows.
Every room is painted white, apart from the ground-floor dining-room, where he has lined the walls with sweet-smelling timber, reminiscent of a cigar box. The final finish may be left as it is or chosen from an ambiguous little sample of something found on the beach or at a local shop. Having plenty of space to arrange tablescapes, turn columns on their side of just fill corners with mirrors of chairs is deemed by the collector to be pure luxury. Shape and patina are everything, whether the latest delight be a garden stool or a fine regency table.