The seven wonders of the V&A - seven best objects in the V&A museum (2024)

Eighteenth-century proto-goth Horace Walpole, when he wasn’t writing fantasy novels and being an MP, was a great champion of out-of-fashion wood-carver Grinling Gibbons. He collected Gibbons’s work, including this incredibly delicate carving of a lace cravat (1690, Room 118a). Bloody great bloke that Walpole obviously was, he would wear it when entertaining foreign dignitaries, convincing them that wooden apparel was de rigueur in the wardrobe of the English gentleman. Hilair!

Head to Room 118a

You can’t really talk about the V&A without mentioning this bizarre piece of Indian furniture: a barrel organ in the form of a Western oppressor being mauled by an Eastern tiger. Turn the crank, and the victim’s arm flails up and down, as the device emits wailing noises. Made.com is really missing a trick. Ironically (ie very unfortunately for the Indian sultan who owned it), the piece was looted by the British Army in 1799, and shipped to England, where it immediately became a favourite attraction at the Indian Museum, which later became part of the V&A. Now it’s the most famous exhibit in the collection: its Elgin Marbles. Which is very strange.

Find it in Room 41

Props are due to the V&A for not resting on its laurels: the institution continues to add to its collection, and doesn’t hang about waiting for the cultural significance of objects to become retrospectively apparent. Its Rapid Response Collecting gallery displays newsworthy items from the immediate past. Currently it includes the Ikea ‘Luftsig’ soft toy wolf, which became a symbol of protest in Hong Kong after a demonstrator threw one at leader CY Leung in 2013, and this ‘wiki-weapon’: a single-shot handgun that can be downloaded and created with a 3D printer. The brainchild of Texan law student Cody Wilson (yeah, thanks for that mate, didn’t fancy doing conveyancing that week?), the weapon represents a watershed moment in gun-control, though, to be honest, it’s so ugly that your average gangster wouldn’t be seen dead with it.

Head to Room 74a

fa*g packets didn’t exist in the 1850s, but if they had, the architect of the Crystal Palace, Joseph Paxton, would surely have planned his design on one. This rapid sketch was his first stab at the building which would house the Great Exhibition of 1851. It was immediately commissioned (via the attached telegram, sent, for some reason, to his wife). The exhibition saw the start of what would become the V&A: manufacturing and domestic design displayed alongside high art. Also in the museum is a proposal to dismantle Paxton’s temporary glasshouse and reconstruct it as a terrifying 1,000-feet high tower. Instead they rebuilt it in Norwood, thus creating – rather than a skyscraper – gentrification.

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The Jewellery Gallery at the V&A is pretty space-age compared to the rest of the collection: glittering vitrines of bling from pre-history to the present day. It’s not all shiny-shiny, though. This necklace was made by German jeweller Bettina Dittlmann, when she was running a masterclass at the Royal College of Art. Walking beside the Thames, she collected the broken stems of clay pipes discarded by generations of sailors and dock workers. A nice London story. An ambiguous gifting idea: Happy anniversary, darling, I got you a necklace made of fa*g butts.

See it in Room 91

If the V&A teaches us anything, it’s that there’s no accounting for taste. This magnificent-slash-appalling sculpture is one of two doughty Newfoundlands on display in the museum (the other is in a portrait by Landseer). High Victorian taste, with its heavy decoration and even heavier moralising, can seem kitschy and remote, but it’s undeniably intriguing. The critic John Ruskin was scathing about Wyatt’s work, but my theory is that is because it scared him sexually. The snake is Ruskin’s little chap, and the hairy monster treading on it suggested to him his wife’s pubes, of which he was notoriously terrified.

Find it in Room 120

If the more crowded galleries of the V&A get a bit much, visit the art collection. There are some real gems among all the amusing-ish Victorian genre paintings. Especially great are some off-the-cuff oil sketches by John Constable, including studies of clouds and plants, and this hard-to-recognise view of Hampstead Heath from about 1820, when NW3 was in the countryside, and popular with Londoners troubled by the nasty urban maladies of the day. It’s a preparatory study for a work that’s now in Tate Britain, but this is the fresher and more immediate piece of painterly brilliance.

See it in Room 88

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