Inside designer Clare Gaskin's family home in southwest London
‘I used to walk past it in the evenings,’ interior designer Clare Gaskin recalls, ‘trying to see it from every angle, in every light, imagining what it could be.’ Clare and her family were living just around the corner at the time, and the house in question had come onto the market and was becoming an obsession. As soon as she arranged a viewing she realised the semi-detached Edwardian house in Putney, southwest London, was barely habitable. Divided into two flats and five bedsits, its rooms were stripped of character; the top floor was abandoned, with blackened walls and a hole in the ceiling. Yet beneath the scars of neglect Clare saw the sweep of the proportions, high ceilings, tall windows, and above all, potential.
Her husband, Will, co-founder of furniture business Rehaus, was equally game, and together they enlisted the architects Daykin Marshall Studio, who Clare had previously collaborated with. Rather than a conventional rear extension with vast sliding doors, they sought something more sculptural – a house that would acknowledge its past yet embrace the new. The rear façade, with its projecting copper-clad windows and ash panels, announces the addition without apology. ‘I love the honesty of saying, “this is new”,’ Clare explains. The copper, already patinated by sunlight, rain and even the occasional bird dropping, feels alive, while ash additions add a warmth that softens the building’s edges. The garden, devised with garden designer Stuart Spice, unfolds in contrast to the structured geometry of the house. Long grasses and meadow planting create a sense of wildness, threaded with fruit trees and herbs. ‘I wanted it to feel dreamy, natural, alive,’ Clare says. ‘In summer I’d walk through it with bees and butterflies all around, and it just calms you.’
Inside, her designer’s hand is evident. She and Will drew up lists of desires and frustrations born of their previous house: they wanted somewhere coats and schoolbags could be hidden away; a laundry room liberated from the bathroom; even a flower station. ‘It’s the kind of space I create for my clients with far bigger homes,’ she says. ‘But why shouldn’t I have one too?’ she laughs. These whims, as much as the architectural gestures, define the house.
She calls the front sitting room, north-facing and deliberately cocooning, the snug. Here, Clare leaned into shadow, with a dark cork floor and built-in corduroy seating that conceals family photo albums and board games. ‘It’s where I retreat in the evening, with a glass of red wine and a square of chocolate,’ she says. Will’s business supplied the leather armchairs, once owned by a member of Pink Floyd, and shelves of records from Clare’s late father add both sentiment and texture. The wallpaper behind the bookcase are among the many remnants from Clare’s Wowhouse installation at the Design Centre Chelsea Harbour a couple of years ago.
That same approach guides the materials throughout. Cork flooring, sustainable and forgiving, runs through much of the ground floor, treated differently in each space. ‘It isn’t perfect - it dents, it marks,’ Clare says. Much like the copper outside, its character is shaped by use. ‘We didn’t want a pristine home. We wanted something that could tell its own tale.’
There are flashes of indulgence, too. Behind the kitchen is a walk-through bar leading to a pantry and back door. Bespoke joinery creates storage, while giving rhythm to the rooms. Practicality is elevated to elegance in the boot room, where coats and shoes vanish from sight. These are the gestures of someone who knows that beauty and order are not opposed but intertwined.
Upstairs, the main bedroom suite is a generous space with a large picture window – once clogged with ungainly glazing – restored to its original proportions. Panels in a Pierre Frey fabric (also from WowHouse) conceal a walk-in wardrobe created by the new extension. There’s also an adjoining bathroom where a reading from the couple’s wedding has been printed onto Perspex and hung on a cork wall. It’s a gentle reminder of their story woven into the fabric of daily life.
The guest bedroom was conceived as a retreat in its own right, so that visiting family could feel both welcome and independent. It has its own ensuite, with a freestanding tub placed directly in the bedroom for a touch of indulgence. ‘I wanted people to come and stay and feel they could really settle in,’ Clare explains. Just next door, Will has tucked away a small office, a pocket-sized but efficient space that keeps work contained without intruding on the atmosphere of the house. Their son Rufus’s room, once a derelict shell with a hole in the ceiling, has been transformed into a light-filled haven, lively but anchored by simple, practical details.
From the dining table, framed by the copper windows, the garden becomes a picture, changing with the seasons. At night, Will remarks, the scene recalls an Edward Hopper painting: the house glowing against the dark, figures gathered around the table. It is an image that captures the spirit of the whole project – a place that embraces imperfection, tells of family life, and offers refuge in a city that can sometimes feel relentless.
The house is not about grandeur but about living well. Its rooms are layered with memory, practicality and delight, with Clare’s eye ensuring each detail is purposeful without being prescriptive. ‘I hate the idea that there’s something you have to do,’ she says. ‘We wanted it to be ours.’ And it is: a house that feels at once crafted and relaxed, deeply considered yet always ready to absorb the next chapter of its story.

























