I grew up amongst furniture, and I’ve never left it. In the heart of London, people don’t buy just to sit. Young men with new flats, and they’re looking for furniture that will outlast them. 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 the Mayfair way. They waste time with flat-pack, but sooner or later they return. Fabric frays fast, classic armchair designs whereas retro lives on.
Every part of London tells a different story. Kensington demands velvet, with plush sofas. Camden stays chaotic, with loud armchairs. That’s the charm. Here’s the truth, the right piece will define a home. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still sit to see how it feels, and I know straight away. Retro has power. So when you’re tempted by the new, think again. Find yourself a vintage sofa, and let it settle into your life.
Every part of London tells a different story. Kensington demands velvet, with plush sofas. Camden stays chaotic, with loud armchairs. That’s the charm. Here’s the truth, the right piece will define a home. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still sit to see how it feels, and I know straight away. Retro has power. So when you’re tempted by the new, think again. Find yourself a vintage sofa, and let it settle into your life.
