Take a stroll in Spitalfields and you’ll notice sofas with decades of life.

[floychatterton]

London’s Retro Revival: Why Vintage designer armchairs and Sofas Still Rule Vintage sofas just feel more real than anything new. The family armchair was covered in throws but still solid. The arms were shiny from years of elbows, but it was part of us. When London was swinging, you didn’t buy throwaway chairs. Families saved for months to buy one piece. It’s in the sag of the springs. I bartered for quirky sofa a sofa on Brick Lane one rainy morning. The legs were wobbling, but the history spoke louder than the flaws.

That chair still sits in my flat. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Mayfair goes glossy, with grand accent chairs. Camden loves the clash, with bold fabrics. The contrast keeps it alive. New furniture looks dead next to vintage. Armchairs with scars become part of your life. They remind us life isn’t flawless. At the end of the day, a battered sofa tells more truth than any showroom.

An armchair should hug you back. Next time you’re thinking of flat-pack, wander a street full of second-hand funky chair shops. Save a battered seat, and watch it age alongside you.

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