Why Retro Furniture Still Beats Flat-Pack in London Retro chairs and sofas have been part of my life for years. Growing up, there was a sofa in our house that had seen it all. It weren’t showroom-perfect, but it had heart. Back in the sixties, an armchair wasn’t just a seat. You’d go second-hand modern leather armchairs instead of brand new. It’s in the creak when you shift. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney. Some would’ve laughed at the state of it, but the weight told me it was the real deal.
That chair still sits in my flat. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Hampstead stays calm, with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney keeps it raw, bedroom chair vintage with industrial classic armchairs. Every corner tells a different story. Showroom sofas don’t talk back. Vintage finds last decades. They carry scratches like tattoos. When it comes down to it, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. Furniture should live with you. Before you grab a soulless bargain, go dig through a car boot.
Pick up a retro armchair, and make it part of your story.
That chair still sits in my flat. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Hampstead stays calm, with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney keeps it raw, bedroom chair vintage with industrial classic armchairs. Every corner tells a different story. Showroom sofas don’t talk back. Vintage finds last decades. They carry scratches like tattoos. When it comes down to it, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. Furniture should live with you. Before you grab a soulless bargain, go dig through a car boot.
Pick up a retro armchair, and make it part of your story.
