Mark C. O'Flaherty

For brands, controlling footfall improves security, creates an air of exclusivity and weeds out casual shoppers

There are pinks and then there are pinks. Millennial pink coloured the 2010s. Schiaparelli pink lit up the 1930s. Miami pink was the neon glow of the 1980s.

In the cinema of science-fiction, corridors take a lead role. It’s within those interstitial spaces that the action and beauty unfold, from intense moments of peril to the panning of backlit walls configured to look infinite in scale.

Meet New York’s new meme lords

The designer talks about perverse femininity, working with Gaultier and the influence of her Irish heritage

New exhibitions explore the legacy of the performance artist

A new book pays homage to the grande dame of drape

From a distance, the new curtains in the fashion designer Erica Toogood’s cottage on the borders of Hampshire and West Sussex look like billowing taffeta in a rich, golden khaki colour. “It’s actually waterproof fabric from a factory in Scotland,” says Toogood, 42, who lives here with her husband, Thomas Downes, 46, an architect, and their son, Cass, six.

Excavation in modern architecture has a bad rap these day, but when furniture designer James Shaw bought a mini plot of land close to Columbia Road flower market in east London, he realised he would have to build down if he wanted to turn it into a home.
The result, developed with architect Nicholas Ashby, is an extension of James’s experimental, colourful product ...

The food is divine. The architecture is exquisite. So why is it lit like a hospital room?

Meet the carpenter preserving a rich history of carnivals and characters

Many designers aspire to the label polymath, but no one polymaths as hard and relentlessly as Ramdane Touhami

The Brazilian furniture designer is about to unveil his first sculpture park. It’s an ode to bohemianism and a tribute to his brother

A shift to couture a decade ago has proved a masterstroke, attracting a stellar list of clients and off-the-wall collaborations

Mark C. O’Flaherty on the murder of Pier Paolo Pasolini, carbonara, and the rarest, realest, bloodiest of steaks in Rome