When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The kitchen had a dodgy kettle, but we made it ours. New furniture is soulless, so we begged, borrowed and carried. Another dragged a chair from Camden. Everything mismatched, but that’s what made it real. Vintage sofas feel alive, and we care more about story than gloss. I’ve balanced takeaway boxes on a mismatched chair, and every time it felt right.
Every warehouse flat tells the same story, fabric and leather couches shops in the area thrive on it. One afternoon I stumbled into Smithers, and unique armchairs the vintage armchairs carried scars I loved. We couldn’t afford much, but it’s survived three house parties and a flood. Ask around and you’ll hear it. it’s how you build a home. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but vintage carries weight.
Every scratch adds more story. Once the parties are done, the stress disappears, but the vintage pieces carry the whole story. When you start student life, ignore the fake polish. Choose a funky accent chair, and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.
Every warehouse flat tells the same story, fabric and leather couches shops in the area thrive on it. One afternoon I stumbled into Smithers, and unique armchairs the vintage armchairs carried scars I loved. We couldn’t afford much, but it’s survived three house parties and a flood. Ask around and you’ll hear it. it’s how you build a home. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but vintage carries weight.
