I’ve spent a lifetime dealing in chairs and sofas. Amongst the squares and crescents, people don’t buy just to sit. Couples step through the door, and they all want character. A retro armchair, delivers precisely what they’re after. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, and quirky chairs for living room ten years on it looked better than ever. This is why old beats new. They waste time with flat-pack, bedroom chair vintage but eventually they realise. Mass production doesn’t care, whereas old chairs carry life.
Taste splits by borough. Kensington demands velvet, with buttoned wingbacks. Camden stays chaotic, with loud armchairs. That’s what keeps us alive. I’ll tell you something else, accent chairs outlive their buyers. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still sit to see how it feels, and the right piece never lies. Classic pieces endure. So when you’re tempted by the new, step back. Pick up a retro armchair, and clients1.google.com.bz make it part of your Mayfair truth.
