‘I’D HAVE SO MUCH ADRENALINE I’D GO AND SHOOT GUNS AT THE ARCADE. THEN GO FOR GELATO’
he Rake meets Gala Gordon at the distinctly unrakish hour of 9am, a positively American time for an interview. What’s more, it’s in darkest Streatham, where a family home has been requisitioned temporarily for our photoshoot. The house’s calm suburban exterior conceals a feast of curiosities. In a room just off the hallway stands a stuffed ostrich, several birds in specimen jars and, in the fireplace, a model zebra. The walls are lined with anatomical drawings of eye-opening detail. None of it seems to faze our subject in the slightest. She sallies in, grabs a coffee, and sets about the questions, dressed for
