I grew up amongst furniture, and I’ve never left it. In the showrooms of Grosvenor, buying is about more than comfort. I’ve seen families walk in, and they all want character. A battered old wingback, never fails to speak up. A wingback ended up in a Belgravia study, and it carried his family through generations. That’s the point with retro. They look for convenience, but they find themselves in Mayfair again. Mass production doesn’t care, whereas real furniture stays.
Taste splits by borough. Chelsea wants polish, with velvet chairs. Hackney raw, classic armchairs with retro mismatches. That’s what keeps us alive. Here’s the truth, a sofa becomes family. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still check the stitching for strength, and the difference is clear. Old furniture lives. Next time you flick through a catalogue, step back. Choose a funky accent chair, and see how it shapes your comfortable home furniture.
Taste splits by borough. Chelsea wants polish, with velvet chairs. Hackney raw, classic armchairs with retro mismatches. That’s what keeps us alive. Here’s the truth, a sofa becomes family. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still check the stitching for strength, and the difference is clear. Old furniture lives. Next time you flick through a catalogue, step back. Choose a funky accent chair, and see how it shapes your comfortable home furniture.
