Zandra Rhodes is awaiting delivery of two statues – “they’re being gold leafed as we speak”. They’re to stand sentinel, she says, either side of her bed. The bed, by the way, is gold. So too is a screen that hangs behind it. Oh, and so is the ceiling. Can you ever have too much of a good thing? we ask. “No!” The high priestess of punk, teal-smudged eyes wide, raises her brows in mock horror until they disappear beneath her fringe (the hottest of pinks, naturally). “Never.”
A look around her Bermondsey home confirms as much. The apartment, spread over two floors atop the Fashion and Textile Museum, which she founded in 2003, is a polychrome paean to the positive power of colour, one worthy of worship itself. The building in its entirety, a former warehouse, is similarly buoyant; redesigned as a towering tangerine monolith by Zandra with the help of Mexican architect Ricardo Legorreta.
Until recently, Zandra only lived here half the time here, spending the rest at her boyfriend, film producer Salah Hassanein’s, home in California. When Salah died in 2019, Zandra moved back full-time. “I’ve had to rework my life,” she says, “emotionally, of course, but physically too. The house needed redesigning so that it made sense with me in it all the time. I only really used to camp here.”













