Adrian Amos, Architectural Salvage Dealer

June 3, 2026

by the gentle author

Adrian Amos with his son Harry

Anyone who ever goes through Vauxhall cannot fail to notice Brunswick House, the eighteenth century pile that was the former home of the exiled Duke of Brunswick in 1811, still holding firm with dignity despite the incursion of cheap and nasty towers that overwhelm the place these days.

It is the last fragment of old Vauxhall, when this was the location of pleasure gardens and fine country houses with estates stretching down to the river. Here Contributing Photographer Rachel Ferriman and I visited Adrian Amos, the current resident of this Palladian mansion which serves as showroom for London Architectural Salvage & Supply Company (LASSCO) that he founded fifty years ago.

As if Brunswick House were not wonder enough, it is crammed now with precious architectural artefacts enjoying safe harbour until they find new permanent homes. In the seventies, Adrian was a pioneer of recycling who saw a way to rescue and repurpose the fabric of condemned buildings when almost on-one else cared. I found him sitting happily in his magnificent study surrounded by a trove of gleaming antiquities – at the the heart of the empire he has built over the past half century – upon which he presides today with his two sons, George and Harry, the royal family of salvage.

Through all these years, Adrian has acquired stories and knowledge as enthusiastically as he has collected architectural artefacts, making him an wily and charismatic raconteur on the subject of old London with an infinite repertoire of tales – which I discovered when I sat down with him.

“George Amos, my grandfather, had a furniture factory in Bow, Old Ford Rd. It wasn’t really a factory, it was just four brothers who were forced to work for their father. A lot happened between the demise of that business around 1963 and my starting this in 1979.

I was brought up in Colchester surrounded by an awareness of the age of the town and the built environment, so I developed an interest in antiquarian stuff but I also inherited some sort of business acumen or drive from my grandfather, I’m assuming.

It’s very difficult to separate out the cheeky anecdotes that one uses to justify things, but I found in North London, Hampstead particularly, there were skips at one end of the street and stuff going into the skips, being torn out of houses, and within walking distance there’d be someone anxious to acquire these original materials, like sash windows and shutters and what have you. So between the two there was a business to be made, taking things out of skips and selling them to the neighbour ten houses away.

I became part of the antiques trade, that was the closest activity to which you could nail it. On the other hand, it was a lot to do with the scrap metal business too, and what we would now call ‘recycling’. Dan Cruickshank coined the term ‘architectural salvage’ in an article in the Architects Journal. That was 1976. I hung around demi-monde of NW1 and before that I’d been running a joinery shop in Hampstead. I was steeped in my father Sydney Amos’ involvement with cabinet making. When I was a boy, I remember him straightening nails out, he was very economical as a lot of people were in those days. After George Amos & Son closed when the East London furniture industry died, he worked in Covent Garden and Spitalfields Market. So I was given a wide choice of careers because I couldn’t go back into cabinet making.

In the seventies, people were encouraged to simply go in and rescue artefacts from buildings irrespective of title of ownership. It’s radically different today. Sometimes people sell us things and we return them to the owners at a loss. Two of our favourite family of street operators came round with some old panelling in the back of their van one day. I asked them where they got it from, there were only two places it could have come from in East London, one was Sutton House and the other was Walthamstow old village. They said it wasn’t Walthamstow so it had to be Sutton House. At that point you have to be careful what you say because if you say the wrong thing, they take fright and take it away and sell it to some utter scoundrel. So I said, ‘You leave it with us and we’ll let the dust settle.’ Then I got on the phone to the National Trust and they discovered that their contractors had whipped it off the wall because they had no idea of its value or significance. Thus we saw that it went back to them. Virtue emanates from every pore when I tell that story.

One day, we got a call to Holy Trinity Church, Finchley Rd, to clear it out before it was demolished. That’s what the business was then, you got called out to places before they were pulled down. We met a chap there who was redundant furnishings officer for the Church of England. ‘Oh jolly good,’ he said, ‘Is this what you do?’ He wasn’t interested in the material, he simply wanted a solution to his problems. He gave me a list of churches that he was keen to see cleared out, pews and all sorts, usually staffed by a single rector who was verging on a nervous breakdown – no congregation. I said, ‘We are going to need a bit of assistance with somewhere to put this stuff.’ So he said, ‘I’ve got this giant church in Shoreditch, St Michael & All Angels. Here’s the key, let yourself in and fill it up with all the bits you are pulling out.’

We were there for forty years. I thought it was too big a prospect for me to handle by myself so I approached Geoff Westland. He was involved in Fine Art transport, so we each used half of the church, a great cavernous unheated place. It gradually filled up and chaps came from the City of London. I suppose they get a bit bored dealing stocks and bonds, they like tangible things. Quite often they’d turn up smoking a cigar after lunch which meant they were in a good mood and they’d see something and get seized with imagination, buying a marble fireplace or a fountain.

We got the job to clear Willesden Cemetery because they had too many marble memorials. So we loaded them up onto the back of our ancient Bedford lorry from 1947 and placed them in the park at the back of the church in Shoreditch where they still are today. The York paving there came from a pepper warehouse near Borough Market. We did the church up piece by piece over the years.

Eventually, we ran out of space because the nature of architectural salvage then was that the supply overwhelmed demand, we had acres of doors that people were pulling out of old houses. So we occupied a yard in Pitfield St on the site of Raymond’s Music Hall where Laurel & Hardy once performed. It was demolished before our eyes, in those days there was a pathological tendency to destroy things and replace them with NCP car parks.

There are thankfully fewer large-scale demolitions these days, although there was a period of facade retentions when we received a glut of decent stuff, floorboards, joinery and other building materials. Today we can drive around London and there isn’t a street without a building that has gone that we were involved with. We have a vast archive of photographs.

Yesterday, I was down in Wapping in Scandrett St, near the Bluecoat School, and I was asked to come there by a Mr Scandrett who has an old yard there, and I thought, ‘That’s remarkable. Here is a true relic, the street is named after the family.’

Twenty years ago, we happening to be passing through Vauxhall and there was a ‘For Sale’ sign outside this place, Brunswick House. It used to be the British Railwaymen’s Staff Association Club, when all the railway lines were cut through Vauxhall they kept it as their club house. The place was due to be disassembled brick by brick and moved to Camberwell so a developer could put a tower on this spot but Historic England said, ‘Over our dead bodies,’ because it is grade II* listed. Instead they got consent for covering the building with enormous advertising hoardings. We came along at the time the developers were getting fed up, we saw that it was for sale and asked, ‘What do you want?’ They gave us quite a reasonable price. After forty years wallowing around in gothic gloom in Shoreditch, we were delighted to be offered a south-facing Palladian mansion.

I couldn’t wished for a better career with my inclinations and upbringing. If you are excited by the aesthetic aspects what could be better than to be surrounded by stuff that fascinates you. Now I live here up on the top floor, it has wonderful light.”