The extravagant interiors of Ken Fulk may have passed most of us by, as do many an interior or even an entire building. Designers and architects, like ad creatives and quite a few others, tend not to have their name writ large on the things they envision and help make. But in Fulk’s case once you know the name, you can’t help spot the invisible signature. Everything that is … well, very extravagant in a richly contemporary way, looks like it could be from the bejewelled hands of Fulk. It is entirely appropriate that Assouline has published a wonderful monograph on his work, written by Fulk, with further surprising words by the investigative reporter Ronan Farrow, and great photos by Douglas Friedman. Assouline do this so well. It’s sumptuous, as it should be. More importantly, Fulk’s work kind of is important in getting a grip on the aesthetics and values of our time. The title, The Movies In My Mind, captures well what he is shamelessly up to, something we would all like to indulge. The fantasy space in the head is writ large in rearranged atoms for us all to experience. Even if we are not of the class that gets invited into his client’s realms, we can at least view these lavish pages. His fictional movies made interiors will be rich material for set designers to remix into other visions, coming to an establishing shot near you soon. It might not be healthy but that’s how fantasy rolls.