Richard Keys interview: I didn’t leave my wife for Lucie when she had cancer

To step into Richard Keys’s West Kensington des res is to be struck by a veritable symphony of white. There is a sumptuous white sofa beside the bay window, immaculate white paving across the back garden, even a giant photograph of the white flowers displayed at his wedding to Lucie. No wonder the renovations took a year to complete. I cannot help but wonder if the tonal palette suggests a deeper refresh of the Keys image. Even his daily ensemble, he admits, has been overhauled by his wife sever