Peter – NW London

Before I met Peter I was told that he looks like Chris Martin of Coldplay. I was like, oh right, that's good, maybe he will make a good portrait then – not thinking too much of it. But when Peter opened the door, on that cold and dark night, I thought, ‘blimey’; he really does look like Chris Martin, so much so that after chatting for a while, I said, "You could make good money out of being a look-a-like" he laughed and said, "Yeah I get the Chris Martin thing quite a lot. Even my flat mates have stuck a picture of him on my bedroom door" I said "Well I bet the ladies like it?" he smiled and said, "It helps"

Peter is a style blogger and musician. He started his blog because of his continuing obsession with clothes and a recent trip to New York, he said, "Me and my mates realised that all we seem to talk about is clothes. And when I bought a camera in New York last year and started taking pictures of people on the street, of what they were wearing and stuff, one of my friends suggested that I should set-up a blog, so I did. Ha, but I seriously wasn’t aware of how many style blogs there are out there. But it doesn’t matter, I do it because I love it”

When he’s not obsessing about his blog ‘Send A Raven’ he writes and records music > listen > here. Peter grew up with music. His Mum and Dad met when they were in a covers band in 1966, The Yellow Pages – as seen in the framed black and white pictures on his wall. And no, that isn’t a young Griff Rhys Jones (bottom left) it’s another look-a-like.

Peter has lived here for three years. He shares the flat with a married couple and says it doesn’t bother him living with a couple, but he likes to give them their space and that it is important for him to make his bedroom as comfortable as possible ­– a private space where he can chill out.

When I asked Peter what he would save if his bedroom were on fire, he said, “Well I’d have to save the pictures of my Mum and Dad in the band, I think they’re the only ones in existence, so my Dad would kill me if anything happened to them. My Granddads watch, and my signed Paulo Di Canio autobiography.”

Find Peter on Twitter @SendaRaven

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Nancy – North London

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”

Find Nancy on Twitter @NancyDurrant

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