A Day in the Life of Dr. Liora Ishikawa: Art Historian and Archivist

At the edge of the Scottish Highlands, where the mist moves like an anteater’s breath across the moorland, lives Dr. Liora Ishikawa. A Japanese-British art historian, she is internationally regarded as the foremost authority on the Northern Romantic Sublime. Her days unfold in a kind of contemplative silence, governed more by light than by time, … Read more

Reflections on Last Night’s Gathering of the Fitzrovia Dining Society

A Personal Account by an Esteemed Member I arrived at last night’s meeting of the Fitzrovia Dining Society with a sense of mild trepidation. The venue, The Carpenter’s Glove, was an unconventional choice, a pub, of all places. The committee, in their infinite wisdom, had declared it an “ironic experiment in post-gastronomic democracy.” I braced … Read more

The Fitzrovia Dining Society: Where Art and Appetite Collide

A Report on London’s Most Exclusive Dining Club Nestled behind an unmarked black door in a quiet corner of Fitzrovia, the Fitzrovia Dining Society is an elite gathering where the world’s most distinguished art collectors come together to eat, drink, and engage in their favorite pastime – one-upping each other. Membership is exclusive: one does … Read more

Hedge Fund Diary: Good news! Sort of, for my pure gold rebuild of Brighton Pier

I was offered full funding for the pure gold, life-size, model Brighton Pier project! Excellent. The money was put up by an anonymous ambassador who refused to say the name of his country (which sounded vaguely exotic and suspiciously vague). He claimed his country was “looking to increase tourism and global cultural presence and sponsoring … Read more

Artist Diary – Hedge Fund

Late August 2025 Weather: humid; feels like breathing soup. Dear Diary, The visionaries at Pimlico Wilde have regretfully refused to fund my pure gold Brighton Pier project, citing “liquidity concerns” and “the fact it would weigh several tonnes and immediately sink into the Channel.” Philistines. I am not going to build it by the sea, … Read more

Diary of an Art Dealer

Rain again. The kind of fine mist that makes Bond Street glisten like polished marble and drives tourists into the galleries just to escape it. I spent the morning adjusting the hanging height of that unsettling Spen Leopard triptych. No matter where I place it, someone always asks if the figures are dead or sleeping. … Read more