I grew up amongst furniture, and I’ve never left it. In the heart of London, customers aren’t simply shopping for wood and fabric. Designers with clients in tow, and they’re looking for furniture that will outlast them. A funky accent chair, never fails to speak up. A wingback ended up in a Belgravia study, and the sofa aged but never gave way. That’s the Mayfair way. They flick through glossy catalogues, but sooner or later they return.

Cheap wood snaps, luxury lounge seating whereas vintage lasts. This city speaks through its homes. Kensington demands velvet, with deep seats. Brixton is bold, with retro mismatches. That’s the reality. I’ll tell you something else, the right piece will define a home. Mass production never delivers it. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and the right piece never lies. Retro has power. If you’re thinking quick buy, pause. Bring home something with story, and sofa with accent chair allow it to tell your story.