Pepys Road: an ordinary street in the Capital. Each house has seen a hundred years of fortunes made and lost, of hearts broken, of first steps and last breaths. One day in early December 2007, a card with a simple message drops through each letterbox: We Want What You Have. At forty, Roger Yount is blessed with an expensive life, a stalled marriage and a job in the City. His hoped-for Christmas bonus of a million pounds might seem lavish, but with second homes and nannies to maintain, it's starting to look more like a necessity. Smitty, bad-boy provocateur of the art world, is maintaining the delicate balance of success and anonymity. Sipping a triple-shot cappuccino in his Shoreditch workshop, he considers his next site-specific conceptual piece, 'Bloody Great Hole'. Elsewhere in the capital, Zbigniew has come from Warsaw to indulge the affluent in their interior decoration whims.