I’ve been in the trade man and boy for decades. In the showrooms of Grosvenor, customers aren’t simply shopping for wood and fabric.

I’ve seen families walk in, retro accent chairs and they all want character. A retro armchair, tells the truth.

There was a velvet sofa that went to a townhouse in Chelsea, and he told me years later it was still going strong. That’s what vintage means.

They look for convenience, but eventually they realise. Modern things break, whereas real furniture stays.

Furniture mirrors the postcode. Hampstead seeks calm, gorod-lugansk.ru with deep seats. Hackney raw, with loud armchairs. That’s London.

Here’s the truth, customers never forget the chair that mattered. You don’t get that from a catalogue.

I still knock on the wood for weight, and the right piece never lies. Retro has power.

Next time you flick through a catalogue, quirky sofas pause. Bring home something with story, and make it part of your Mayfair truth.