Head Down Brick Lane On A Saturday And You’ll Find Retro Sofas Piled High. They’re Rough Round The Edges But That’s The Point

Retro Sofas and Funky Chairs – A Real London Story I can’t walk past a retro armchair without stopping for a look. The family armchair was covered in throws but still solid. The fabric was torn but held together, but it felt alive. When London was swinging, people kept things for decades. You’d go second-hand instead of brand chair unique new. You can feel it when you sit down. I rescued a battered armchair from outside a shop in Peckham.

The legs were wobbling, but the history spoke louder than the flaws. It’s outlasted three flats and two relationships. Every borough in London has its own taste. Kensington loves velvet, with grand accent chairs. Shoreditch stays messy, with bold fabrics. London wouldn’t be London without the variety. The catalogue stuff has no soul. Vintage finds get better with years. Every creak is a memory. At the end of the day, retro armchairs will always beat flat-pack.

A sofa should tell your story. If you’re scrolling catalogue sites, patchdemo.wmcloud.org`s recent blog post go dig through a car boot. Pick up a retro armchair, and make it part of your story.