Back in 1997, travelling through Berlin, I was lucky enough to stay in a couple of amazing rooms in an art hotel called Kunstlerheim Luise. There’s a hostel just down the road called The Circus (Am Zirkus) which had just opened six weeks earlier — but it was full. Their helpful staff suggested trying Kunstlerheim Luise. Little English spoken, no advertising, and a very special find.

Every room is designed by a different artist; it’s amazing and still going today. I wish, wish, wish, I could stay in this room today. Or that I had a thick black marker and a spare room to outline myself.