I’ve spent a lifetime dealing in chairs and sofas. Amongst the squares and statement sofas crescents, customers aren’t simply shopping for wood and fabric. Old families from Belgravia and Kensington, and they all ask for quality. A velvet seat with history, carries the room. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, and it carried his family through generations. That’s what endures. They look for convenience, but at the end they admit.
Mass production doesn’t care, whereas old chairs carry life. Taste splits by borough. Belgravia looks for tradition, with velvet chairs. Dalston experimental, with retro mismatches. That’s what keeps us alive. End of the day, an armchair becomes memory. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still knock on the wood for affordable armchairs weight, and the difference is clear. History sits with you. When a showroom tempts you, stop.
Find yourself a vintage sofa, and allow it to tell your story.
Mass production doesn’t care, whereas old chairs carry life. Taste splits by borough. Belgravia looks for tradition, with velvet chairs. Dalston experimental, with retro mismatches. That’s what keeps us alive. End of the day, an armchair becomes memory. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still knock on the wood for affordable armchairs weight, and the difference is clear. History sits with you. When a showroom tempts you, stop.
Find yourself a vintage sofa, and allow it to tell your story.
