Arena meets Saville at the Shepherd's Bush pad he rents from a friend. Whenever she stays in London he has to pack up his stuff and find somewhere else: "Is it possible to have a moving blue plaque?" Behind a rusty anti-squatter door the house is quite Philippe Starck, a mixture of space and flourish, "a bit me but not really me". The place that was "completely me" was The Apartment, a 2,000sq ft Mayfair bachelor pad - "garconiere as the French would call it, very Scarface" - which he bought from an Indian business man with a penchant for "LA coke dealer design". It had midnight blue suede walls, a lift straight up to the flat from the underground car park and an embarrasment of mirrors. When Jarvis Cocker saw pictures of The Apartment in an interiors magazine he phoned up Saville straight away and asked him to design for Pulp.
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"When younger people admire you, it's flattering to your ego. It's really difficult to be uncomfortable with it. But what motivated me wasn't necessarily what was new, but what was needed. That's why I'm a bit un-design at the moment. Any kind of adherence to fashion right now seems embarrassing - it kind of says 'sucker'.
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peter saville est mon heros.
pour de vrai.
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