Lose Yourself In Deptford Market And You’ll Spot Sofas With Decades Of Life. They’re Rough Round The Edges But That’s Their Story

Retro Sofas and Funky Chairs – A Real London Story I can’t walk past a retro armchair without stopping for unusual settees a look. When I was a kid my nan had this battered armchair. It weren’t showroom-perfect, but it was part of us. When London was swinging, an armchair wasn’t just a seat. You’d keep the same chair your whole life. You can feel it when you sit down. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney.

The fabric was stained and faded, but as soon as I sat down it felt right. That chair still sits in my flat. Furniture in London shifts with the postcode. Belgravia keeps it polished, with velvet armchairs. Hackney keeps it raw, with upcycled seats. London wouldn’t be London without the variety. The catalogue stuff has no soul. Old-school sofas grow with you. They remind us life isn’t flawless. Truth be told, retro wins because it’s real.

An armchair should hug you back. Before you grab a soulless bargain, wander a street full of second-hand shops. Pick up a retro armchair, and make it part of your story.