I’ve been in the trade man and boy for decades. Amongst the squares and crescents, a sofa is never just a sofa. Designers with clients in tow, and they all want character. A battered old wingback, gives them that. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, and ten years on it looked better than ever. That’s the Mayfair way. They fall quirky chairs for living room fashion too quickly, but eventually they realise. Cheap wood snaps, whereas classic sofas grow finer.
Taste splits by borough. Hampstead seeks calm, with mahogany accent pieces. Shoreditch is playful, with funky fabrics. That’s what keeps us alive. Let me put it plainly, a sofa becomes family. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still sit to see how it feels, and the truth tells itself. Classic pieces endure. When a showroom tempts you, stop. Find yourself a vintage sofa, and allow it to tell your story.
Taste splits by borough. Hampstead seeks calm, with mahogany accent pieces. Shoreditch is playful, with funky fabrics. That’s what keeps us alive. Let me put it plainly, a sofa becomes family. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still sit to see how it feels, and the truth tells itself. Classic pieces endure. When a showroom tempts you, stop. Find yourself a vintage sofa, and allow it to tell your story.
