Nancy lives at the top of a three storey terraced
house in a handsome street in Tufnell Park, the sort of street, that when the
night draws in it is perfect for having a good gander at the interiors of peoples homes. She says, “Being at the top of the house with this big bed, makes it
feel like the Princess Tower – it’s the sort of bedroom I wished I had when I
was eight years old”
Her bedroom is a cosy
affair and nicely so, seeing as though her job as Arts Commissioner for The Times means she doesn’t get home till late. She says, “I don’t spend a huge
amount of time at home. Because of work, I have a busy social life, and when I’m
not working I catch up with friends”
She previously lived in the
mixed up madness of Dalston, and after six years decided enough was enough –
seeking a quieter life. She has
gone from having her own place to sharing with her friend. She doesn’t
mind as her bedroom feels like her own space. And although she owns none of the furniture she has got
plenty of her personal objects that make the bedroom her own, including a
Michael Craig-Martin that she says is the first piece of art that she bought,
and a photograph by Guy Gormley.
Surprisingly, when I asked Nancy
what she would save if her bedroom were on fire, she did not mention the art, “I
honestly don’t think I’d be thinking about what to save, apart from my skin. I’d
get out of bed, put on my dressing gown, or I’d be naked in the street”
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