Afternoon at Liberty London

Last week I visited the HQ of Liberty London. The interior was just as I had expected it to be, stylish, modern and simplistic, with the right hint of details. Like the arts and crafts movement, the prints mesmerise me every time. They’re extremely fine and exceedingly detailed, just the way I like them.

I was sat in the waiting area gazing at the wallpaper. To any passer-by, I must have looked strange. But all I could think was this would look nice within a mandala pattern.

Once I was finished at the HQ, I paid a brief visit to the store, entering through the corner door of Great Marlborough Street and Kingsley Street. I’ve walked through these doors countless times. However, upon every visit, I get the same feeling, as though I’ve unknowingly walked into a private, stately home. And, might I say what a beautiful place it is; warm, cosy and of course homey, just what Arthur Liberty wanted. I half expect someone to approach me and say “welcome to my home”.

I stand by the entrance and take in the motley dark oak and white interior, before walking over the creaking floorboards to where I need to go. The beauty department. I leisurely stroll through the maze of small interconnecting rooms, under symmetrical oak panels. Not in any hurry to reach the Dermalogica stand. I take a few detours and stop to pick up and touch everything that catches my eye. The deeper I get into the beauty section the stronger the aroma of freshly sprayed perfumes become.

I find it amazing how the iconic, dark Tudor interior plays a strong historical role, however, doesn’t take away the spotlight of the contemporary merchandise. Liberty has the right balance between traditional quirks and fresh modern additions; elegant splendour and symbolic art mixed with uneven, original features; charred wood, untreated metals and rough concrete. Upon every visit I keenly lookout for the statement William Morris patterned wallpapers hidden well in corners.

As soon as I’ve completed my purchase at Dermalogica. I make my way towards the Wooden staircase, climbing up to the third floor. I walk into the open quadruple balcony and peer down at the lower levels before I calmly make my way through what looks like an Eastern-bazaar. In this bazaar, I find all the shapes and patterns that keep me inspired until my next visit.

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