Dublin made me
Trevor White has worn many hats in his 45 years on the planet. He tells Elaine Prendeville why opening the Little Museum of Dublin was his way of saying thanks to his home city
An interview is either like a shower or a bath: quickfire and perfunctory, or pleasantly languorous, often cooling towards the end. Interviewing Trevor White is very much the bathing option, likely in a Victorian freestanding claw-foot bath whose contents are gently defoliating the toile du jouy wallpaper from the surrounding double height walls. White is, in short, great company. And at 45, he’s timeless; all patch-covered elbows and the lavender air of moneyed ...
