I’m surrounded by colours I adore here on the island of Barbados, and while there are some legendary and charming houses - especially Messel, but others too - I’m going to keep it very grassroots. My beach is especially giving visually - partly because we are in the north where it is very undeveloped and there is no one to sweep our beach every morning. The blessing therefore, is that I spend hours combing it myself with my eyes, and finding the most incredible inspiration. This really is my meditation (since I can’t sit still in reality).

Colour blocking on the walls of the local grocery store, well really I’m sure they just ran out of the right colour paint, but could it BE more like a Rothko??

Why is this tree stump on my beach pink? Is it moss? Could you conjur anything more divine than pink driftwood? What about a coral pink driftwood room - now there’s a thought…

Fishermans’ nets washed up…my perfect colour, and there is something about the frothy-ness, almost like some sort of plastic passementerie!

Poor mister crab - but what a colour…I have mixed coral pink with tobacco in my own interiors here and it’s heaven. The tobacco stops the pink from being too girly and keeps it contemporary looking.

I planted this in my garden - pink pompoms from mother nature - too good to be true.

And this I bought in the New York Museum of Modern Art when we were working on Columbus Circle…it’s made of rubbish - need I say more? (Oh and it’s photographed against my Sister Parish ottomans - too perfect.)

Local chattel houses in all shades of pink

I know outdoor kitchens are hot in North America but I haven’t seen a pink one yet - whoever knocked this up is too adorable for words.

Lanvin in on the act (it’s a great colour to wear, I can attest)