Before Swedish artist Charlotte Rey turned her attentions to interiors, she was a co-editor at Acne Paper, the biennial print publication from Acne Studios. There, she met Duncan Campbell, and a professional partnership was born. Today, Campbell-Rey specializes in design of all persuasions that reflect their love of historical architecture. They also make furniture, sold through the Invisible Collection, and glassware, available at Matches and Svenskt Tenn. Up next: a reimagining of the club Tramp, in London’s St. James neighborhood, and capsule collections of furnishings for the Lacquer Company and rugs for Nordic Knots. Herewith, Rey shares her key components to the good life. —Ashley Baker
Airline: Swiss.
Airport: J.F.K., because of Eero Saarinen’s TWA terminal. Yes, for the look of it.
Alibi: “Edoardo, my boyfriend.”
Architects: Luis Barragán and Ricardo Bofill, for their play with colors, volumes, and proportions.
Architectural wonder: The pyramids of Giza.
ARTIST: Gerhard Richter.
ATMOSPHERE: Amber, mid-level lighting. I like my spaces to feel cinematic and warm.
Bag: A really beaten-up, old Hermès Kelly in emerald green with gold hardware.
BEDTIME: Early. I love a dinner at 7:00 for a bedtime at 10:00.
BREAKFAST: French toast and Minor Figures oat-milk macchiato.
Building: The top floor of the Chrysler Building, in New York. Visiting it was one of my highlights of last year. I also love Geoffrey Bawa’s Kandalama Hotel, in Sri Lanka.
CAR: The dream of a 1938 Bugatti Type 57C Atlantic coupé.
CLUB: Tramp, in London, which Campbell-Rey is designing. It will open in September.
Cocktail: Something tequila, with a large ice cube.
Cocktail appetizer: Nocellara del Belice olives.
Concert: Beyoncé’s Renaissance World Tour was pretty spectacular.
Date: I’m a bit of a romantic, so perhaps a surprise weekend in Venice?
Dress: A Delphos gown by Fortuny in an eau de nil color.
Escape: Into music.
Excuse: “Quality first.”
FINISH:
Verdigris.
Flaw: I’m sweet-toothed.
Flower: I’ve just planted some beautiful Albertine rambling roses from David Austin at home.
Garden: The Boboli Gardens, in Florence.
Hotel: I’d love to design one.
Indulgence: Bridgewater Chocolate Coconut Igloos. Devastating.
Insult: I try not to.
Jacket: The ruby-red La Comasca puffer from La DoubleJ.
Last meal: Sunday roast with apple-and-rhubarb crumble with vanilla ice cream as dessert.
Material: Cast bronze.
MovieS: David Lynch’s Wild at Heart and Long Day’s Journey into Night with Katharine Hepburn.
MUSEUMS: The Victoria and Albert, in London; the Uffizi, in Florence; and Dia Beacon, in upstate New York.
Name: Cajetan.
Nonfiction book: In Praise of Shadows, by Jun’ichirō Tanizaki.
PIECE OF ADVICE: “Make sure you stay curious and kind.”
Podcast: The Blindboy Podcast’s art-history episodes.
Restaurant: Lampi Taverna, in Patmos, Greece.
Saying: “Oh, yum!”
SHOES: My black Carmina Chelsea boots in braided leather. They take me from the country to meetings in town, to dinner.
Street: All of the small, sandy paths that I walked growing up in Falsterbo, Sweden.
Television series: Ted Lasso.
THEME SONG TO YOUR LIFE: The acoustic version of “She Talks to Angels,” by the Black Crowes.
TIME OF DAY: Golden hour.
TRINKET: Metal measuring tape.
View: The Buckinghamshire hills from my bedroom window.
WEEKEND BAG: I’d love a Métier Perriand Weekend in Elvis Cacao.
WORK OF ART: Wedding Cake, by Joana Vasconcelos, at Waddesdon Manor.
Writing Implements: Rotring 600 Mechanical Pencil or La Maison du Pastel crayons.
Charlotte’s Essentials
