I’ve spent a lifetime dealing in chairs and sofas. In the heart of London, customers aren’t simply shopping for wood and fabric. I’ve seen families walk in, and retro arm chairs they all want a piece that speaks. A vintage sofa, delivers precisely what they’re after. I sent a set of accent chairs to a Grosvenor Square apartment, and the scars became part of the charm. That’s the Mayfair way. They waste time with flat-pack, but sooner or later they return.

Modern things break, whereas vintage style leather armchair lasts. Every part of London tells a different story. Chelsea wants polish, with plush sofas. Brixton is bold, with upcycled seats. That’s the charm. Let me put it plainly, a sofa becomes family. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still knock on the wood for weight, and the right piece never lies. Old furniture lives. If you’re thinking quick buy, stop. Find yourself a vintage sofa, and watch it age gracefully.