From Markets to Mansions: London’s Love for Vintage Sofas and Armchairs I’ve always had a soft spot for old furniture. We had an old floral sofa that was patched and sagging. It sagged in the middle and smelled faintly of tea, but it had heart. When the East End was full of voices, furniture meant something. You’d hand down sofas from parents to kids. You can feel it when you sit down. I dragged a velvet armchair home from Camden. The legs were wobbling, but the history spoke louder than the flaws.It’s carried me through late nights and whatsupskydiving.com lazy Sundays. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Hampstead stays calm, armchair retro with buttoned wingbacks. Shoreditch stays messy, with funky retro chairs. Every corner tells a different story. The catalogue stuff has no soul. Old-school sofas become part of your life. They remind us life isn’t flawless. Truth be told, retro wins because it’s real. Furniture should live with you.
When you walk past a glossy showroom, wander a street full of second-hand shops. Grab a vintage sofa, and watch it age alongside you.
