When it comes to interiors, John Richardson is my absolute north star and he isn’t even an interior designer. He was actually Picasso’s biographer and just had exceptionally good taste. Think: limewash turquoise walls, fur throws, antique suzanis liberally draped over sofas, great big oxblood ottomans with lion paw feet, plaster and marble busts, incidental day beds, life-size Piranesi etchings and obviously, as a friend of the Picasso pod, an unparalleled art collection. The man was a fucking genius.