Words: Joseph Bullmore
Paul Smith’s office is full of beautiful rubbish. Up in the boardroom, a grand walnut table is slowing edging over to the back wall, as a great whirring mound of kitsch, tidbits and assorted trinkets creeps ever outward. The shelves on the wall overflow with colourful knick-knacks and handmade trinkets, while flashes of pastel and neon shapes vie for attention from a pile of garments on the oak floorboards.
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