
It’s become part of my story. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Chelsea leans plush, with buttoned wingbacks. Shoreditch stays messy, with mismatched sofas. Every corner tells a different story. Mass-produced pieces fade in months. luxyry armchairs with scars age with dignity. They carry scratches like tattoos. If you ask me straight, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. Your seat should outlast the years. Before you grab a soulless bargain, step into a dusty warehouse.
Choose a funky accent chair, and see how it shapes your nights.