I’ve been covering London property for a decade and have been in plenty of show homes. The experience is always a little strange, like walking on to a set without the actors, or breaking into someone’s home just to snoop around.
There are the perennial signifiers of milquetoast chic in these miniature Potemkin villages. Aesop hand soap on the bathroom countertops. A carefully colour-matched selection of Penguin Clothbound Classics on the bedside table.
