It presents itself as a survey of cutting-edge London domestic interior design, but London Interiors is first and foremost a shameless coffee-table gawp-fest. It's a large, heavy book, lavishly illustrated with photographs of over 40 idiosyncratic residences. Jane Edwards' accompanying captions (Angelika Taschen appears merely to have presided over their assembly) manage to be breathless in three languages, no mean feat. The famous, the ambitious, the shameless and the plain exhibitionistic invite us into their lovely homes. Nothing wrong with that, and it must be said that the variety of decors on display is quite breathtaking. Really, it's amazing what some people are prepared to do (or put up with) for the sake of standing out. Indeed, it would not be unfair to call most of the individuals featured here obsessives to some degree or other. Marvel, therefore, at the tawdry pub kitsch of Noel and Meg's flamboyant "rock and roll mansion", Supernova Heights. Worry about the majestically anal minimalism of John Pawson's home. Think seriously about whether you'd care to fill your loft with stacks of plastic Allied Bakery crates as Michael Landy has done. Wonder whether Christian de Falbe, in his flat stuffed with brocade cushions, leopard-print mirror frames and bunches of ostrich feathers, ever manages to dust. But as for using London Interiors as a practical source of decorating ideas, could you honestly say you yearned for surroundings so stylised, so self-consciously a statement about your tastes and preferences? You could? Then buy this book. --Robin Davidson Quelle:
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