Why Retro Furniture Still Beats Flat-Pack in London I’ve always had a soft spot for old furniture. My first memory of proper furniture is my grandad’s wingback chair. It weren’t showroom-perfect, this website but it carried memories. Back in the sixties, a sofa wasn’t just a sofa. You’d keep the same chair your whole life. It’s in the creak when you shift. I dragged a velvet armchair home from Camden. The fabric was stained and faded, but the history spoke louder than the flaws.
That chair still sits in my flat. Each district carries its own vibe. Chelsea leans plush, with grand accent chairs. Hackney keeps it raw, with funky retro chairs. London wouldn’t be London without the variety. The catalogue stuff has no soul. Armchairs with scars last decades. Every creak is a memory. Truth be told, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. Your seat should outlast the years. Next time you’re thinking of flat-pack, go dig through a car boot.
Take home something with scars, and make it part of your story.
