London’s Retro Revival: Why Vintage Armchairs and quirky sofas Still Rule I can’t walk past a retro armchair without stopping for a look. The family armchair was covered in throws but still solid. It sagged in the middle and smelled faintly of tea, but it felt alive. Back in the sixties, an armchair wasn’t just a seat. You’d hand down sofas from parents to kids. It’s in the creak when you shift. I bartered for a sofa on Brick Lane one rainy morning.
It weren’t pretty at first glance, but you can’t fake that kind of comfort. It’s outlasted three flats and two relationships. Furniture in London shifts with the postcode. Belgravia keeps it polished, with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney keeps it raw, with funky retro chairs. The clash gives it character. Mass-produced pieces fade in months. Old-school sofas age with dignity. Every creak is a memory.
Here’s the thing, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. A sofa should tell your story. Next time you’re thinking of flat-pack, stop and think of the markets. Choose a funky accent chair, and see how it shapes your nights.

Here’s the thing, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. A sofa should tell your story. Next time you’re thinking of flat-pack, stop and think of the markets. Choose a funky accent chair, and see how it shapes your nights.