“It’s a bit of a squash in here.” Kentaro Poteliakhoff is standing in the downstairs sitting room of his house in Clapton, east London. It isn’t that much wider in here than his own wingspan – though admittedly, Kentaro is hardly diminutive. “It’s a squash in a nice way!” he adds, laughing. “That’s why it’s called the snug.”
The size of the room aside, he’s packed a lot in here. A lot. One gets the sense that even if Kentaro, who runs destination interior shop
Rooms, wanted to stop amassing things, he simply couldn’t. He’s like a magpie, drawn to the pretty, shiny and desirable as much as the overlooked or unfashionable. It began in childhood, when the dolls’-house-obsessed Kentaro began redoing the schemes of his own at home in Muswell Hill. He’d dream of his next pilgrimage to Kristin Baybars’ shop in Gospel Oak, where he’d spend every penny he’d saved on her magical miniatures – chandeliers, chairs, dressers. (You can only imagine his delight, then, when Marks & Spencer began selling micro-scale groceries two years ago.) An antique addiction followed in his teens and he hasn’t stopped since.
‘Sitting room’ seems too conventional a description of this space (which is sometimes called the Floral Room, for obvious reasons). It’s a veritable Wunderkammer, a place to show off his collections to friends over a drink, a room to quietly ponder his arrangements over a quiet cup of coffee. It used to be, by his own admission, “hoarder hell” in here – part storage space for Rooms, part builder’s workroom, part car-boot antechamber. Now – wallpapered, arranged, considered – it’s a showpiece of the things he loves: “ridiculously” ornate Rococo furniture; an array of green tchotchkes; a glinting bundle of crisp packets (yes, you read that right). It’s kooky. It’s kitsch. It’s very, very Kentaro.