Furniture has been my bread and butter since the fifties. Around these West End streets, folk are not merely choosing somewhere to park themselves. Old families from Belgravia and Kensington, and they all want a piece that speaks. A vintage sofa, tells the truth. One battered club chair was claimed for a Notting Hill film set, and it carried his family through generations. That’s what vintage means. They look for convenience, but they find themselves in Mayfair again.
Modern things break, whereas real furniture stays. The capital’s rooms all look different. Kensington demands velvet, luxury lounge seating with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney raw, with retro mismatches. That’s the reality. I’ll tell you something else, accent chairs outlive their buyers. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and the real thing speaks. Vintage has truth. If you’re thinking quick buy, pause. Choose a funky accent chair, and make it part of your Mayfair truth.
Modern things break, whereas real furniture stays. The capital’s rooms all look different. Kensington demands velvet, luxury lounge seating with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney raw, with retro mismatches. That’s the reality. I’ll tell you something else, accent chairs outlive their buyers. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and the real thing speaks. Vintage has truth. If you’re thinking quick buy, pause. Choose a funky accent chair, and make it part of your Mayfair truth.
