Lose Yourself In Deptford Market And You’ll Find Funky Accent Chairs In Bold Fabrics. They Ain’t Showroom Clean But That’s The Charm

Why Retro Furniture Still Beats Flat-Pack in London Retro chairs and sofas have been part of my life for go here years. The family armchair was covered in throws but still solid. It sagged in the middle and smelled faintly of tea, but it had heart. When London was swinging, you didn’t buy throwaway chairs. Chairs lived longer than flats. You can feel it when you sit down. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney.

The legs were wobbling, but the history spoke louder than the flaws. It’s carried me through late nights and lazy Sundays. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Mayfair goes glossy, with buttoned wingbacks. Brixton thrives on colour, with industrial armchairs. London wouldn’t be London without the variety. The catalogue stuff has no soul. Retro pieces become part of your life.

They’re not perfect, but neither are we. If you ask me straight, a battered sofa tells more truth than any showroom. A chair should hold your nights. When you walk past a glossy showroom, take a look at what’s already lived. Pick up a retro armchair, and watch it age alongside you.