From Markets to Mansions: London’s Love for chairs with sofa Vintage Sofas and Armchairs I’ve always had a soft spot for old furniture. Growing up, there was a sofa in our house that had seen it all. It sagged in the middle and smelled faintly of tea, but it felt alive. Back in the sixties, people kept things for decades. You’d go second-hand instead of brand new. That history clings to vintage pieces. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney.
The legs were wobbling, leather chair retro but you can’t fake that kind of comfort. It’s carried me through late nights and lazy Sundays. London’s custom furniture designs scene splits by neighbourhood. Chelsea leans plush, with buttoned wingbacks. Shoreditch stays messy, with industrial armchairs. The contrast keeps it alive. Mass-produced pieces fade in months. Armchairs with scars grow with you. Every stain has a story.
When it comes down to it, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. Your seat should outlast the years. When you walk past a glossy showroom, go dig through a car boot. Save a battered seat, and let it shout London every time you sit.
The legs were wobbling, leather chair retro but you can’t fake that kind of comfort. It’s carried me through late nights and lazy Sundays. London’s custom furniture designs scene splits by neighbourhood. Chelsea leans plush, with buttoned wingbacks. Shoreditch stays messy, with industrial armchairs. The contrast keeps it alive. Mass-produced pieces fade in months. Armchairs with scars grow with you. Every stain has a story.
When it comes down to it, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. Your seat should outlast the years. When you walk past a glossy showroom, go dig through a car boot. Save a battered seat, and let it shout London every time you sit.
