No. 12 · The Selection · age 31
Margo, in pencil and ink
A velvet jacket, a white gallery room, and art still arguing with her the next morning.
Away, back 21 September 2026 Taking a short rest; gallery days resume on the 21st
- Age
- 31
- Height
- 166 cm · 5 ft 5 in
- Hair
- Long, straight dark brown
- Eyes
- Brown
- Figure
- Slim
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Knightsbridge
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Margo keeps her diary in pencil and her opinions in ink. On a first meeting that is about all she lets slip, and it turns out to be plenty. Slim and 166 cm, she has dark brown hair that hangs long, sleek and without a ripple, and brown eyes that hold a look half amused and half assessing. Her style belongs to an older sort of lounge: a velvet jacket, a slim black dress, lamps turned low.
Refined without stiffness and calm without coolness, she says less than most people and chooses every word. Early thirties, she keeps her English low and quiet. The piano gets played most evenings for an audience of one, and tulips grow in pots on a Knightsbridge windowsill. Contemporary art is the real passion. She prefers work that unsettles her to work that simply looks nice above a sofa.
Her W1 afternoon strays slightly off the usual map, to the Lisson Gallery on Bell Street, west of Baker Street, one of the city's serious contemporary spaces. The rooms are white and silent, and she will stand before a single piece for as long as it asks. Then back east into Marylebone as the light fades, a candlelit table, and a long conversation about what you both saw, which rarely agrees and never needs to.
Margo is taking a rest until 21 September; long evenings and overnights open again from that date. She lives in Knightsbridge, a quick ride from Baker Street. Pencil in a date after the 21st through booking and it will be held for her.
Margo's ladder
Whole pounds for whole hours, and the figure shown is the figure paid. Travel inside Zones 1 and 2 comes included; every term sits on the rates page.
| Length | Fee | Good for | Message |
|---|---|---|---|
| One hour60 min | £250 | A drink in the bar or an hour of talk upstairs | Ask |
| Ninety minutes90 min | £400 | Unhurried, with time for a second glass | Ask |
| Two hours2 hrs | £500 | Dinner nearby and the stroll back to your hotel | Ask |
| Three hours3 hrs | £700 | A show and a late supper, or a long night in | Ask |
| Dinner date4 hrs | £900 | Four hours built around a proper table | Ask |
| Overnight10 hrs | £1,800 | Ten hours, late evening through to breakfast | Ask |
| WeekendFri to Sun | On request | Priced around your plans by the desk | Ask |
Message ready
Fill the brackets, press send, and keep the room number back until the booking is confirmed.
Hello, I would like to book Margo on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Margo after dark
Four in the afternoon, the gallery doors on Bell Street, and a room holding perhaps three works. She reads the wall text last, never first. You will find yourself standing longer than you intended, because she does, and because she asks one question about each piece that cannot be answered quickly.
Dinner is at eight, somewhere candlelit on the Marylebone side, a corner table where she can sit with her back to the wall. She orders plainly and eats slowly. The talk drifts from the gallery to the Satie she is learning to the tulips that failed this spring. She is not mysterious for effect; she simply prefers to be discovered in the right order. Come midnight you will know far more than you expected to.
Margo, asked
One that is still bothering me the following morning over coffee. Pretty is easy, and pretty is forgettable. I want to argue with a piece, and lose.
Satie. It looks simple on the page and it is nothing of the kind. Every wrong note in a slow piece has nowhere to hide.
Because they last a fortnight at most and never pretend otherwise. I find that honest, and oddly restful.
What guests wrote
This pane has no guest notes yet. They go up after genuine bookings only, once the desk has checked them; each carries a first name and when it was written, nothing explicit, and Margo can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
- 5 min readPast the photographers: Chiltern Firehouse and its calmer hoursThe most photographed doorway in Marylebone, and how to walk through it without becoming part of anyone's picture. Tables, timing, the courtyard, and the quieter side of the building.
- 5 min readBeyond the Foodhall: sitting down inside Selfridges between the shopsThe store's dining rooms are the civilised pause in a long shopping afternoon. Where to perch, where to linger, and how a day on Oxford Street is paced with a companion beside you.
