Inside Julia Sarr-Jamois’ South London apartment which is inspired by former Celine stores
Although the slender double-height windows are reminiscent of an art gallery, there’s also a sense of family comfort at play. Grab the shelf above the kitchen units, which is stocked with assorted knick-knacks, including bowls a 17th-century temple acquired during a trip to Japan, a kitsch portrait of Julia’s cat, Ovie, and a series of dolls inherited from her Senegalese grandmother. Growing up in Brixton with her French mother, Gigi, a textile designer, ceramicist and vintage fashion enthusiast, she describes her childhood home as colorful. “There were stuff everywhere – like this shelf multiplied by 10,” she recalls.
Her upstairs bedroom, on the other hand, is a sanctuary, sparsely decorated except for a thick pink ballet slipper rug. A giant birch plywood bed dominates the room. “He’s an emperor – the biggest I’ve ever had,” she said. Framed photographs of frequent collaborator Tyrone Lebon and Julia’s boyfriend Ivar Wigan lean against the white walls. Along the hallway is a bathroom with a seafoam green The Water Monopoly tub where she soaks herself nightly, palo santo scorching in the corner. And then there is this wardrobe: in addition to all the cupboards on the ground floor and the mezzanine, two lockers house part of the vast archives of Sarr-Jamois, classified into categories, with shoes stacked in boxes according to brand – Miu Miu, Gucci, Christian Louboutin – and affixed with Polaroid snaps revealing the contents.
She’s already running out of space. “Bags,” she sighs. “So many bags.” She shows me the current models in rotation, including an auction-bought Hermès Kelly, a Prada bag studded with purple rhinestones, and several fluffy Bottega Veneta clutches in bright colors. “I think I can add a few more shelves here.” She points to a narrow band next to the front door. Either way, she won’t be renovating anything else anytime soon. “Every time I walk in, I’m so happy to be home,” she says. “And when I get into bed, I’m like, ‘Yeah! “”