A curved sofa in cream bouclé wool from the 1940s, found in a shop on Rue de Lille, imbues the drawing room with soft, pale undertones; the other end pairs Damien Hirst’s spots with a medieval wooden saint on a 1930s table by André Arbus.
“When I mentioned his name, she couldn’t stop her eyes sparkling with delight. Even the way she spoke changed. “I think: ‘Wow. He’s just brilliant,’” she said, when I asked her what went through her head when she saw him.She thought he was gorgeous, smart and extraordinary. She gushed: “He has a great body and he knows so much about so many things.She made it clear she loved him for him and not because he was a rock star, saying: “I didn’t know all the songs when I met him.”