No. 17 · The Selection · age 26
Nora checks the hem
Checks every hem, sketches every dress, and always finds a reason for champagne.
Available today Book the day before; landing nights welcome
- Age
- 26
- Height
- 166 cm · 5 ft 5 in
- Hair
- Long honey blonde
- Eyes
- Hazel
- Figure
- Athletic
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Paddington
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Nora touches everything in a shop. Hems, linings, the weight of a lapel. She learned pattern cutting years ago and has never managed to switch it off, which makes her the best shopping companion on the street. At 166 cm, athletic, with honey blonde hair falling long and loose, she has hazel eyes that brighten whenever she finds something properly made. She dresses in bright, simple pieces, often ones she has altered herself.
Spirited and warm, she lends a sense of occasion to an ordinary afternoon. Mid twenties and English speaking, she carries a small sketchbook of dresses she means to make one day. Champagne is her idea of a celebration, and she finds something worth celebrating most days of the week. Her laugh is loud, and she makes no apology for it. On Sunday mornings, if she can, she buys armfuls of flowers at a market stall for nobody in particular.
Liberty owns her W1 afternoon: the mock Tudor department store just off Regent Street by Oxford Circus, with its timber galleries, its creaking floors and its famous prints. She guides you through the fabrics, tells you the story behind the peacock feather design, and then takes you out for a glass of champagne nearby. After that comes a stroll down Carnaby Street, window shopping, and dinner if the day deserves it.
Her home is in Paddington, a few stops on the Bakerloo line from Oxford Circus. A day's notice suits her best, and arrival evenings are welcome. Drop a message to booking with the afternoon you have in mind.
Nora'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 Nora on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Nora after dark
Two o'clock under the Liberty clock, and she has a list. Not a shopping list, exactly: a list of things she wants you to feel. The heavy silk on the second floor. A wool woven at a mill in Scotland. A pair of gloves that cost too much but, she insists, are worth every penny.
By four you are both slightly giddy on fabric and she declares it champagne time. A glass in a bar with a view over Regent Street, then a slow loop through Carnaby while she critiques every shop window with real affection. If dinner follows, she chooses somewhere with fresh flowers on the tables. She is generous with compliments and quick to make a plan, and she will remember your coat size for no reason at all.
Nora, asked
A green silk dress with a proper lining. The lining is where you can tell someone cared, even though nobody else ever sees it.
Ranunculus, the peach ones. They open slowly, petal by petal, and look better every single day you keep them.
Champagne for celebrating, English fizz for surprising people who think they know everything about wine. Both taste better in a proper glass.
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 Nora can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
- 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.
- 5 min readThirty seconds from the crowds: supper in St Christopher's PlaceA slim passage on the north side of Oxford Street opens into a pedestrian court of outdoor tables and string lights. How to find it, when to go and how an evening there runs.
