Adenrele Sonariwo now has Rele spread between three continents. With an exhibition space in Nigeria, Los Angeles and in London, it's safe to ascertain her remarkableness. And with one quick glance at the rotating exhibitions it's guaranteed. 

This Art Deco brasserie is somewhere to arrive before your buddy and absorb the atmosphere, which is buzzing by 8am on weekdays. Staff in waistcoats are warm and welcoming (for those with a booking), armed with a choice of freshly pressed newspapers. And there’s bound to be someone of note peeking out from behind a copy of the FT. Bright, buttery scrambled eggs are wrapped in a twist of smoked salmon and the kedgeree remains a classic. Still the most fabulous place for breakfast in Mayfair.

Austrian dealer Thaddaeus Ropac is probably the most charming man in the art world; number one on any party guestlist. He fended off a members’ club, a fashion label and multiple hedge-funders to bag Dover Street’s Grade-I listed Ely House – a former meeting spot for the suffragettes. And he convinced Julia Peyton-Jones to leave her post at the Serpentine to become the gallery’s global director, now delivering shows from artists such as Antony Gormley and Joseph Beuys.

A two floor feat of a restaurant which somehow feels incredibly intimate: whether it is due to the bold coloured walls, the aromas drifting out from the kitchen, or the impeccable atmosphere. Gymkhana has two Michelin stars to its name and serves some of the tastiest, spiciest, and most fragrant Northern Indian cuisine you can find in London.