When my grandfather died I was already living in London and in the early days of my career, working as in-house graphic designer at the Barbican Centre. And, following my grandfather’s death came the painful time when my father and his two brothers had to empty his flat and sell it. I was taken by surprise when my father explained it was my grandfather's wish that each one of his grandchildren chose one object from his collection. I hesitated, should I empty one of the glass towers, browse through the match books and pick one?
My memory kept drifting from one object to another, what was the object that would remind me of my great and amazing grandfather and that could symbolise how much he had meant to me and in shaping who I am today?