Clare Lattin co-founded the trio of Ducksoup restaurants: Ducksoup in Soho, Rawduck in Hackney and Little Duck The Picklery in Dalston. She co-owns the restaurant consultancy firm, EightyFour, and designs a ceramics line called Vessel & Time. Clare lives in a converted factory in Hackney Wick.
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This butter dish marks the start of my manic obsession with pottery. I bought it from a co-operative of potters in Norfolk called Made In Cley about eight years ago. It has this speckled, matte, chocolatey brown glaze with a tiny ping of iridescence. I don’t use it for butter: I don’t actually like butter and it’s too beautiful to keep in the fridge.
Hanging spider plant
I am a plant obsessive and always have been – not for aesthetic reasons, but for the fact that they are healthy for the home. Living in London, I think that’s hugely important. When we opened Ducksoup seven years ago, it was an opportunity to indulge my obsession and I went on the hunt for spider plants, but I struggled to find the spiders back then, a disappearing relic from the seventies, and a favourite item of the mad potters I’d been taught by in school. Now house plants are back in full swing, and are well and truly needed to purify the air, so I can’t get over the latest craze for plastic plants. I think it’s very ironic that anyone would choose to fill their home with more plastic rather that a living thing that actively nourishes the environment.
Lydia Hix, the daughter of my ex-boyfriend, painted this with black watercolours when she was about 11 and I thought it was the cutest thing. I’ve kept it for years. She and her twin sister Ellie are both 24 now and we all still love this little painting – it brings us a fleeting moment of joy if it catches our eye, and always feels full of hope or perhaps naivety.
Glazed lidded pot
This is an old curing vessel with a lovely wooden top. I found it in Bridport, which is a brilliant town for antique hunting. I’m always looking out for vessels that have had a purpose: be it curing, fermenting or preserving, all of which we do a lot of at The Picklery. We have an ever-growing display of new and old vessels there.
Black and brown portrait
This was an invitation to an exhibition by an artist called Claerwen James. When it came through the post someone said “Oh look, here’s an invitation with you on it.” it does look as though someone has painted me as a child. I’ve kept it because it is such a tactile looking painting and I would love to see it in the flesh one day.
Line drawing postcard
I love the artworks of Matisse – the colours, the abstract nature, but also often the starkness and this is a postcard from the Chapelle Du Rosaire de Vence – a chapel Matisse had a huge influence in the design and construction of as a thank you to the nuns that nursed him back to health later in life. This depicts one of the etchings that appears on the wall here. Its a very special place.
Black and white stones
These are Portuguese stones (very naughtily) taken from Roberto Burle Marx’s Copacabana beach promenade in Rio. The walkway is a vast, abstract work of art that stretches for two-and-a-half miles. They were loose and I couldn’t resist. I’m sure others have also done so before me.
Flat bread baskets
As well as plants and pottery, I collect baskets. These are from a trip to Damascus I took about seven years ago. I found them – old and dusty and just gorgeous – on a bric-a-brac stall, so I folded them into my suitcase and brought them home. I travel because I am obsessed with the minutiae of other peoples’ lives and how they are actually lived. You can go so far back through a basket. Somehow, I think I try and incorporate those layers of meaning into my own life through simple objects. That comes through food as well. There’s a depth of tradition and heritage in food that is so transporting.
Hand-built cup and saucer
I started hand-building ceramics five years ago. My objects have no kiln to go to, so they pile up, collecting and shedding dust. When I have the time – I put my hands in clay and meditate. It’s very grounding. It’s comparable to cooking, in fact. It keeps you in the present.
French confit pots
Yet another example of my vessel obsession, these French confit pots are really old and usually quite expensive. I coveted them for a long time, but never bought one until I came across a man in Hastings who had somehow found a job lot. These were only £50-£60 each. At last my dream of owning one had come true ...
These were collected from The Jurassic Coast In Dorset, where I used to spend a lot of time. I find the natural tones of feathers so beautiful. I have these in my home instead of fresh cut flowers. It’s something my dad used to do – put a feather in a vase. I decided to hang these upside down instead so they catch the breeze.