My world has always been the shop floor, the showroom, the warehouse. Amongst the squares and crescents, buying is about more than comfort. Designers with clients in tow, and they all want character. A vintage sofa, tells the truth. There was a velvet sofa that went to a townhouse in Chelsea, and the scars became part of the charm. That’s the Mayfair way. They flick through glossy catalogues, but they always come back. Fabric frays fast, whereas old chairs carry life.

Furniture mirrors the postcode. St John’s Wood desires quiet luxury, with mahogany accent pieces. Brixton is bold, with colourful sofas. That’s the mix. Let me put it plainly, an armchair becomes memory. Glossy showrooms don’t sell that. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and I know straight away. Vintage has truth. Before you make a mistake, take a breath. Bring home something with story, armchair funky and stylish armchairs allow it to tell your story.