A London house serves a masterclass in mixing antiques from a range of styles and movements
When he was 14 years old, my brother Guy carefully carved a hole in our mother’s beloved copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel in which to stash a packet of Marlboro Lights. This was typical behaviour – not only the adolescent experiment with nicotine, but also the aesthetically pleasing hiding place. This was no dog-eared paperback: the hefty tome was linen-bound with marbled endpapers and gold lettering. Our mother was apoplectic.
For as long as I can remember, Guy has been accumulating things: black and white Indian photographs; green Venetian glasses; a wicker waste-paper basket shaped like a frog with marbles for eyes. When we were small, we moved to Chile, and my two brothers spent every holiday at our grandparents’ house in Shropshire, which – with exceptional foresight – they had employed a young David Mlinaric to decorate.
William Morris willow boughs rambled through the hall and the drawing room was painted yellow with lacquered furniture. Guy can recall every last painting, rug and chair in that house. ‘I wanted to be a sculptor, but when I was 16, I discovered furniture,’ he says. Guy was doing work experience at the fine-art dealer Spink when he was taken on a delivery to the art critic David Sylvester’s house. ‘There were antiquities, tribal works, fabulous fragments of carpet, a Richard Rogers dining table with metal rush-seated chairs and a single Dyak canoe on the floor in the drawing room. That man understood how to place things in an interior. It was a formative moment for me.’
After leaving school, Guy worked as a porter at Phillips auction house (which was later taken over by Bonhams). He then took a job with an antique dealer, but with the economic repercussions of 9/11 and the reduction of sales to America, he lost his job and wound up working in a gardening shop. ‘I was sweeping the leaves on the pavement outside when someone I knew from my Phillips days cycled past. He said he’d sort me out and, 48 hours later, I got a call from Christopher Hodsoll.’
The antique dealer offered Guy a whisky and then a job. For seven years, he worked surrounded by the ultimate in grand English house style, until he and fellow dealer Patrick Jefferson decided to set up on their own. Sadly, the 2007/8 financial crash, a lack of funding and (by Guy’s own admission) a dollop of naivety meant that he had to withdraw himself from the business. At which point, Rose Uniacke came along.
‘Guy has worked with me since I opened my shop almost 10 years ago, and now we literally finish each other’s sentences,’ says Rose. ‘He runs the furniture side of my business beautifully, is my research expert and I trust him completely. Working with him is both a pleasure and a privilege.’
In 2012, Guy and his wife Celia bought their house in Battersea. They dug down and extended the kitchen (primarily so our other, 6ft 5in brother could stand up in it), and they added a floor at the top of the house. There are now three bedrooms. ‘Architecturally, I wanted to squeeze as much space out of a tiny footprint as possible,’ Guy says. And that is exactly what he has done. The house is home to three children and an extraordinary array of beautiful objects. And while my brother admits to making no concessions to having small daughters, I can attest to the fact they could not be more thrilled by their surroundings.
The living room, which leads into the kitchen, is a jewel box of antiques, books and paintings. The two sofas were designed by Guy for the space and the plaster ceiling lights were directly copied from an early Chester Jones project. There is a contemporary chair designed by Rose Uniacke sitting at an unusual desk, probably by Charles Bevan, dating from the 1860s. The objects in this house are a testament to the breadth and scope of Guy’s knowledge and interest. The dresser in the kitchen is Vienna Secessionist, the chairs are Gothic Revival, yet the tiles were bought from Fired Earth.
‘The bottom line is that I love stuff,’ he says. ‘I like learning from people, I like people to learn from me and I think I would have loved everybody who made the things that I own.’











