In his 1780 essay On Modern Gardening Horace Walpole declared that of the many ornamental features then fashionable, the one…
Peter Stanford likes cemeteries. Daily walks with his dog around a London graveyard acclimatised him, while the deaths of his…
Why Britain’s stately homes are struggling
It is 32 years since the first edition of this hefty book appeared in 1981. The original was based on…
Twenty-five years ago I went to St James’s Palace to ask the Prince of Wales if he would open the…
I opened Futurescapes with anticipation, knowing Tim Richardson to be a forceful commentator, and landscape architects to be in dire…
It was in 1814 that the Benedictine monks arrived in Stratton-on-the-Fosse in Somerset from Douai in Flanders where, in 1606,…
Will it ever end? The romantic interest in the architecture, history and life lived in the country house is as alive today as it was in 1978, when Mark Girouard wrote his seminal Life in the English Country House.
St Paul’s Cathedral is quite rightly something of a national obsession. No other building has protected ‘view corridors’ as a result of legislation in 1935, when new building regulations allowed the surrounding buildings — notoriously a telephone exchange to the south — to overtop the cathedral’s cornice line. These corridors, extending like an unseen net as far afield as Richmond Hill, make architects unaccountably cross, as if they were an unfair curb on the alliance of art and Mammon. Thank God they are there, and that the tallest buildings, springing up once again like genetically modified beanstalks, are at least corralled east of Bank.
In Victorian and Edwardian England architects did not get themselves murdered.
Benjamin Franklin had this ambition for his body: that after his death it should be reissued ‘in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by the author’.
Nowadays the TV cameras make Baghdad look like a suburban car park, and for Tamara Chalabi, raised in England and Beirut on memories of pre-Saddam Iraq, the first encounter in 2003 was dismal.
The Escorial, as a monastery and a royal palace, was the brain child of Philip II of Spain.
Charlotte Moore’s family have lived at Hancox on the Sussex Weald for well over a century.
Knole is a country house the size of a small village in the Kent countryside.
The Great Court of the British Museum is a good place to start.
In November 1660, on a damp night at Gresham College in London, a young shaver named Christopher Wren gave a lecture on astronomy.
You are celebrated as the architect of one of the most famous buildings in the world, now in your late eighties and living quietly in your home outside Copenhagen.
The Infinity of Lists by Umberto Eco, translated by Alastair McEwen
Is there anything original left to say about Venice? Probably not, but that doesn’t stop the books from coming, tied in, as they mostly now are, with a television series.
Sir John Soane’s Museum, London, by Tim Knox, photographs by Derry Moore
The Women, by T. C. Boyle
Wales, by Simon Jenkins
West Workroom towards a new sobriety in architecture theory + practice, by Paolo Conrad-Bercah+w office (including contributions from Daniel Sherer, Pierluigi Panza and George Baird)