Back in the eighties` Spitalfields was Dickensian and neglected. Street life revolved around the fruit and vegetable market: crushed coriander scents and flaming bonfires of wooden pallets to keep the homeless men warm.
The Georgian wreck of a house is where my Pure Style journey began. With little money to spare after propping up walls, repairing panelling, we had to think inventively about decoration. I chose sludgy, timeless colours with names like `hopsack` straight off the Dulux trade card, nothing fancy. And we spent happy hours sifting through junk shops and street markets to collect simple functional furniture that wouldn`t look out of place.
Photographs Henry Bourne
See the house before and after on Spitalfieldslife.com