Patience is the price of admission with Margo, and it is a fair enough price. She is 166 cm and slim, and she keeps her dark brown hair long, straight and entirely undramatic. The brown eyes sit steady above a half smile that tends to arrive late in a conversation, once she has decided something about you. Early thirties. She dresses in things that hang well and announce nothing: a velvet slip, a jacket cut close at the waist, short red nails, a clutch that has clearly been somewhere.
Refinement is the surface and calm is what lies underneath it. She does not fill silences and does not need reassuring, which unsettles people for roughly ten minutes and then becomes the best thing about the evening. Her English is polished. Contemporary art is where the real enthusiasm lives, and she is worth listening to on it. Piano is the discipline she has kept up since childhood. Gardening happens on a Knightsbridge balcony with a great deal more ambition than square footage.
An evening with her near Euston starts at the Wellcome Collection, the free museum on the Euston Road where medicine, art and a good deal of oddity share the same few floors. She likes the reading room upstairs, and she likes that nobody there hurries anybody out. Dinner follows somewhere calm, and she is at her best in the final hour, once the room has emptied and the conversation has slowed down to her preferred speed.
The board has her back on Monday the 21st, and evenings around Euston reopen from that date. Dates beyond her return can be pencilled in now through booking, and they will be held properly rather than provisionally.
Her home stage is Knightsbridge, and she travels from there to the venues this house covers. Her full listing sits with the rest of the company on the companions page.