Why Retro Furniture Still Beats Flat-Pack in London Vintage sofas just feel more real than anything new. We had an old floral sofa that was patched and sagging. It weren’t showroom-perfect, but it told a story. When the East End was full of voices, a sofa wasn’t just a sofa. You’d hand down sofas from parents to kids. It’s in the creak when you shift. I dragged a velvet armchair home from Camden. Most people would have walked on, but the weight told me it was the real deal. That chair still sits in my flat.
Furniture in London shifts with the postcode. Kensington loves velvet, with deep sofas. Hackney keeps it raw, with industrial armchairs for sale. The contrast keeps it alive. Modern flat-pack doesn’t hold a candle. Retro pieces become part of your life. They remind us life isn’t flawless. Truth be told, an old funky accent chair means more than new gloss. A sofa should tell your story. So next time you’re tempted by something new, stop and think of the markets.
Save a battered seat, and make it part of your story.
