London’s Retro Revival: Why Vintage luxury armchairs and Sofas Still Rule Retro chairs and sofas have been part of my life for years. My first memory of proper furniture is my grandad’s wingback chair. The arms were shiny from years of elbows, but it told a story. When London was swinging, people kept things for decades. You’d hand down sofas from parents to kids. That history clings to vintage pieces. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney. The legs were wobbling, but as soon as I sat down it felt right.
It’s carried me through late nights and lazy Sundays. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Kensington loves velvet, with plush seating. Hackney keeps it raw, with funky retro chairs. The clash gives it character. The catalogue stuff has no soul. Retro pieces age with dignity. They remind us life isn’t flawless. Here’s the thing, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. A chair should hold your nights. If you’re scrolling catalogue sites, wander a street full of second-hand shops.
Pick up a retro armchair, and watch it age alongside you.
It’s carried me through late nights and lazy Sundays. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Kensington loves velvet, with plush seating. Hackney keeps it raw, with funky retro chairs. The clash gives it character. The catalogue stuff has no soul. Retro pieces age with dignity. They remind us life isn’t flawless. Here’s the thing, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. A chair should hold your nights. If you’re scrolling catalogue sites, wander a street full of second-hand shops.
Pick up a retro armchair, and watch it age alongside you.
