What they say of troubles, that they never come alone, might also be said of the passions. They arrive together, like the Muses or the Furies.
François-René de Chateaubriand, Memoirs from Beyond the Grave
I recently made my way around Sir John Soane’s Museum, the house of the 19th century architect, left untouched since his death. Rather than the curation you would see in a normal museum, I encountered the curation of a home, of a man. Soane was a collector, of art, artefacts, the esoteric. He was also a creator, and so the home is full of his follies and innovations, architecturally and thematically. Read the rest of this entry »