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says Mick Pedroli, the house manager. “If and turned the house into what he described has a delicious scent of orange-cloves, the hundreds of years, the area has continually Severs created a fictional re-enactment for from 1724 to 1914, accompanied by different someone is not talkative afterwards, I know residents are close by. Far from any museum On my way downstairs I have to be careful into the master bedroom and as I take in the rumpled bed sheets and half-eaten boiled egg he would say.TRANSCRIPT
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WORD OF MOUTH SECRET CITY
Walking down Folgate Street to
number 18, I approach an early
Georgian townhouse with striking
red shutters, a black door and a heavy
knocker. As I walk inside, logs crackle in the
fireplace and a black kitten climbs onto the
windowsill. I wander up the creaking staircase
into the master bedroom and as I take in the
rumpled bed sheets and half-eaten boiled egg
with an unfinished cup of coffee, I have the
distinct feeling that I had intruded on
somebody’s breakfast.
Dennis Severs was a Californian artist who
moved to London in the 1970s. He bought 18
Folgate Street in 1979, a time when East
London had become a bohemian enclave,
and turned the house into what he described
as “a still life drama”. Historical accuracy was
not his goal, but instead recreating a sense of
time. “Inside that frame is where I live and
taking people in there is how I make my living,”
he would say.
The house, as Severs would explain, is the
setting for “an adventure of the imagination”.
Silence is a rule. As I quietly wander from room
to room, everything that I see, hear or smell
encourages me to believe that its 18th Century
residents are close by. Far from any museum
experience, the house feels alive and lived-in;
Severs himself stayed there for 20 years living
without modern conveniences.
Spitalfields is located at the heart of the
fashionable East End of London. Over
hundreds of years, the area has continually
re-invented itself as waves of migrants arrived
from different parts of the world. In the 17th
Century, Huguenots fled France and came to
live here. Among them was a family of silk-
weavers called Jervis. At 18 Folgate Street,
Severs created a fictional re-enactment for
this family in meticulous detail.
The ten rooms in the house take visitors
from 1724 to 1914, accompanied by different
generations of the Jervis family. Around Mrs
Jervis’ bedroom are her personal belongings
– elegantly handwritten notes, lead powder for
whitening her face and a dress marked at the
waist “take in here”.
In contrast to the earlier, more affluent 18th
Century rooms below, the attic feels cold and
impoverished. In Victorian times a change in
fashion meant that the silk trade was near
collapse. While Mr and Mrs Jervis’ bedroom
has a delicious scent of orange-cloves, the
attic stinks of rotting vegetables.
On my way downstairs I have to be careful
not to trip over the children’s toys, lying as if
they had been abandoned upon my approach.
I notice that some passers-by have stopped to
peer in through the window, delighted by the
magical interior they have chanced upon.
“Everyone’s reaction to the house is different,”
says Mick Pedroli, the house manager. “If
someone is not talkative afterwards, I know
that the experience has moved them.”WWW.DENNISSEVERSHOUSE.CO.UK
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