Same day the horse arrived in reception, the mirror panels found their second life. The hexagons that clad the box are going up in the dining rooms of the Refuge: honeycomb fields and geometric lattice against grey plaster and dark wood, behind the crittall screens.
Nothing wasted. Work made for one spot in this building migrating to another feels right for a place with this many layers.
The bar opens on Wednesday. Everything is suddenly very close.
Part of The Palace Hotel Commission.