From Markets to Mansions: London’s Love for cool armchairs Vintage Sofas and Armchairs There’s something about vintage pieces that grabs me. Growing up, there was a sofa in our house that had seen it all. The fabric was torn but held together, but it felt alive. When the East End was full of voices, you didn’t buy throwaway chairs. You’d go second-hand instead of brand new. It’s in the creak when you shift. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney. Most people would have walked on, but the history spoke louder than the flaws.Friends always fight to sit in it. You can tell the area by the chairs. Mayfair goes glossy, with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney keeps it raw, with industrial unique armchairs. Every corner tells a different story. Mass-produced pieces fade in months. Retro pieces age with dignity. They carry scratches like tattoos. At the end of the day, a battered sofa tells more truth than any showroom. Furniture should live with you.
Before you grab a soulless bargain, step into a dusty warehouse. Save a battered seat, and let it grow with you.
