The day MR PORTER visits Bellerby & Co Globemakers’ north London workshop, the weather is particularly dreary, even by the city’s standards. A trudge along Stoke Newington’s streets reveals that the cheery rows of independent cafes are practically deserted. Not even the promise of a steaming oat milk latte can tempt people to venture outside. Around the corner, though, in a deserted mews and up the stairs in the globemaker’s studio, you’d forgive the busy artisans inside for mistaking it for a midsummer’s day. “It’s perfect for what we do,” says founder Mr Peter Bellerby, as we enter the sun-streaked workshop. “There’s so much natural light during the day.”
Mr Peter Bellerby and his globemaking operation moved into the space in 2011, although calling it an operation at that point was probably a stretch. “There was just me and one part-time painter,” he says, after we’ve surveyed his growing army of cartographers, painters and woodworkers all silently engrossed in their work.
Above us, the rafters are strung with freshly daubed map fragments and every surface – floor to ceiling – is home to a globe. A few, the largest Churchill models, are approximately the size of a small car. The other desktop varieties look dainty in comparison. “Any globe you see here has failed its quality control,” says Mr Bellerby, gesturing to an assortment of what appear to the untrained eye to be pristine examples. “We’re very fussy.”