Head Down Brick Lane On A Saturday And You’ll Notice Funky Accent Chairs In Bold Fabrics. They’ve Aged In Public But That’s Their Story

Retro Sofas and Funky Chairs – A Real London Story I’ve always had a soft spot for old furniture. Growing up, there was a sofa in our house that had seen it all. It sagged in the middle and smelled faintly of tea, but it was part of us. When London was swinging, people kept things for decades. You’d go second-hand instead of brand art deco style settees new. You can feel it when you sit down. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney.

It weren’t pretty at first glance, but the history spoke louder than the flaws. It’s outlasted three flats and two relationships. Furniture in London shifts with the postcode. Belgravia keeps it polished, with velvet armchairs. Dalston keeps it cheeky, with industrial armchairs. The contrast keeps it alive. New furniture looks dead next to vintage. Vintage finds grow with you. They remind us life isn’t flawless. Here’s the thing, I’ll pick a couch vintage style sofa over new every time.

A sofa should tell your story. Next time you’re thinking of flat-pack, go dig through a car boot. Save a battered seat, and watch it age alongside you.