I grew up amongst furniture, and I’ve never left it. Amongst the squares and crescents, folk are not merely choosing somewhere to park themselves. Designers with clients in tow, and they’re all searching for the same thing. A battered old wingback, gives them that. One battered club chair was claimed quirky chairs for living room a Notting Hill film set, and he told me years later it was still going strong. That’s the point with retro.
People wander past the big chains, but they find themselves in Mayfair again. Mass production doesn’t care, whereas real furniture stays. Furniture mirrors the postcode. Chelsea wants polish, with buttoned wingbacks. Brixton is bold, with loud armchairs. That’s the charm. Here’s the truth, customers never forget the chair that mattered. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still sit to see how it feels, and the truth tells itself. Classic pieces endure. Before you make a mistake, step back.
Take on a classic wingback, and allow it to tell your story.
