5 minutes with ... Peter Bellerby
Originally published in The Mayfair Magazine, London.
The 52-year-old founder of Bellerby & Co. globemakers talks beers, souvenirs and venturing to India
I was born in Buckinghamshire but now live in Shoreditch.
I studied economics at Bristol. I wasn’t brought up to think art and design was a career option.
For many years I worked at ITV and spent a few more in property development. I also helped a friend open a bar/bowling alley.
I was looking for a globe for my father’s 80th birthday when I decided to start Bellerby & Co., because the only globes available were poor quality replicas or fragile expensive antiques.
You only have one life, so you have to take risks.Too many people stay in jobs, relationships or cities they’re unhappy with.
We use traditional techniques with modern materials.Train with us and we’ll let you in on the secrets once you pass a six-month apprenticeship.
Wetting and stretching a piece of paper across a sphere is difficult. It naturally wants to turn to mush under your fingers and rip.
For a customer in America, we recently drew various versions of his girlfriend as a mermaid swimming in the ocean and sunning herself on a rock.
We made a Moby Dick globe that was just 23cm – our smallest. The whole story was illustrated with travel routes and handwritten quotes
We have a waiting list of six months to a year. We once made globes for Martin Scorsese’sHugo, but now 90 per cent of our clients are private homes.
Travel is something I love. I always go back to India, Thailand and the great cities in Europe – it’s hard to compete with a road trip through Italy.
I try to look like a local when I’m on holiday. No matter the weather I wear a long-sleeve shirt from Gant, a pair of Converse and quality mosquito spray.
I buy too much tat abroad. I was in McLeod Ganj in Northern India recently and bought a large hand- carved elephant.
If I was stuck on a desert island I could take my fiancée, but she is a vegetarian and not a huge fan of the sun and sea. So instead, I would hope for a doctor or a chef. Someone at least who could make a joke every now and then to help pass the time.
My guilty pleasure is the after-work beer. And the after-work two beers.
I never have regrets. There is no point being stuck in the past.