Why Retro Furniture Still Beats Flat-Pack in London Vintage sofas just feel more real than anything new. When I was a kid my nan had this battered armchair. The arms were shiny from years of elbows, but it was part of us. When London was swinging, furniture meant something. You’d hand down sofas from parents to kids. You can feel it when you sit down. I bartered armchairs for sale a sofa on Brick Lane one rainy morning. The legs were wobbling, but I knew straight away it had something.

It’s outlasted three flats and different styles of armchairs two relationships. You can tell the area by the chairs. Kensington loves velvet, with deep sofas. Dalston keeps it cheeky, with bold fabrics. The clash gives it character. The catalogue stuff has no soul. Retro pieces get better with years. Every creak is a memory. If you ask me straight, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. An armchair should hug you back. So next time you’re tempted by something new, go dig through a car boot.

Take home something with scars, and watch it age alongside you.

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