I love the disparity between Siobhan’s pink retro wonderland of a bar and her very smart, office ready husband. Couple goals.
It’s the final and it’s come down to a battle between Maximalism and Practicality – two of the four horsemen of the Interior Design Apocalypse, the other two being Faux Marble and Charlotte.
Rocking up to the semi-finals dressed like the governing villain in a YA novel is one hell of a flex.
It is of course the semi-finals and with only two days and a very exacting brief on hand the pressure is rising and heads will butt…
One of the best parts of this entire show is Alan Carr’s ability to emerge out of nowhere and grimace.
This week the interior designers take on Salons, which makes them the only people who have been in one for like 6 months now.
I hope whichever production assistant that got to make those sandcastles had fun.
This week the designers take on the glorified sheds we call beach huts – there’s wind, rain and an insect massacre.
Not now Barbara, we’re in the midst of a pandemic.
The designers are let loose on a trio of independent shops and we have to contend with the conundrum that is “What is the journey for the dog?”. We may never know.
When you’ve got a wedding at 11:00 and a line dancing hoedown at 12:00.
Do you like countryside estates? Do you like weddings? Do you like headache inducing lemurs? If so, we’ve got the perfect hour of television for you!
Don’t you hate it when you come to the office and the walls are wearing the same thing as you?
9 budding and overly enthusiastic interior designers unleashed into the offices of three unsuspecting businesses, what could possibly go wrong?
I love how this shirt is simultaneously incredibly eye-catching and yet the perfect camouflage.
It’s back and there have been some changes!