When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The windows rattled in the wind, but we filled it with life. No student can afford Mayfair prices, so we bartered with old dealers. I spotted a funky armchair on Brick Lane. The colours clashed, chair retro but that’s what made it ours. Vintage sofas feel alive, and retro style armchair we care more about story than gloss. I’ve hosted ten people on one sagging retro sofa, and the chairs became mates. Retro family-friendly furniture feels natural here, and students rely on it.
We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and everything felt alive, not plastic. We couldn’t afford much, but that chair still sits in the flat. Every student flat tells the same story. it’s how you build a home. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but old sofas age into character. every stain means another night. When you’re moving out, the broken toaster doesn’t matter, but the vintage pieces carry the whole story.
So if you’re moving to London, forget the catalogue shine. Make space for a classic seat, and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.
We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and everything felt alive, not plastic. We couldn’t afford much, but that chair still sits in the flat. Every student flat tells the same story. it’s how you build a home. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but old sofas age into character. every stain means another night. When you’re moving out, the broken toaster doesn’t matter, but the vintage pieces carry the whole story.
So if you’re moving to London, forget the catalogue shine. Make space for a classic seat, and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.