In 2010, self-confessed hoarder Paul Smith revealed his wife and assistants were conspiring to help his organise his life. “The other day, my wife whispered to my assistant: ‘Colette, you have to do something about his room. It’s becoming a disease!'” said the designer, whose Covent Garden office could be found bursting with books, paintings, wooden animals, kitsch Japanese robots and sports memorabilia.
“The sheer volume of items I receive is astounding. One anonymous individual has sent me a gift every month for the past 20 years, ranging from a toy car, a sledge and a skateboard, to the utterly bizarre, such as a wheelbarrow, a pair of Incredible Hulk hands and a traffic cone,” he said