Retro Sofas and Funky Chairs – A Real London Story Vintage sofas just feel more real than anything new. When I was a kid my nan had this battered armchair. It sagged in the middle and smelled faintly of tea, but it was part of us. During the heyday of Soho, you didn’t buy throwaway chairs. You’d go second-hand instead of brand new. It’s in the weight of the wood. I rescued a battered armchair from outside a shop in Peckham. It weren’t pretty at first glance, unique sofas but I knew straight away it had something.
It’s outlasted three flats and stylish armchairs two relationships. Furniture in London shifts with the postcode. Hampstead stays calm, with buttoned wingbacks. Brixton thrives on colour, with bold fabrics. It’s the mix that makes it all work. Modern flat-pack doesn’t hold a candle. Vintage finds become part of your life. They remind us life isn’t flawless. Truth be told, an old funky accent chair means more than new gloss. Your seat should outlast the years.
When you walk past a glossy showroom, wander a street full of second-hand shops. Grab a vintage sofa, and make it part of your story.
It’s outlasted three flats and stylish armchairs two relationships. Furniture in London shifts with the postcode. Hampstead stays calm, with buttoned wingbacks. Brixton thrives on colour, with bold fabrics. It’s the mix that makes it all work. Modern flat-pack doesn’t hold a candle. Vintage finds become part of your life. They remind us life isn’t flawless. Truth be told, an old funky accent chair means more than new gloss. Your seat should outlast the years.
When you walk past a glossy showroom, wander a street full of second-hand shops. Grab a vintage sofa, and make it part of your story.
