Moving into a student flat ain’t glamorous. The carpet smelled like beer, but we built it piece by piece. Flat-pack breaks too quick, so we bartered with old dealers. We carried a wingback through Dalston. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it home. Chairs with scars feel stronger, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve fallen asleep in a battered armchair with a book, and the chairs became mates.

Retro furniture feels natural here, and Smithers down in Shoreditch knows it. We wandered past Smithers one Saturday, fabric and leather couches the sofas looked like they belonged in films. we left with just one piece, but it’s become the throne of the house. Every student flat tells the same story. it’s what makes memories. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on. Brand-new looks boring, but funky chairs grow with you. every dent becomes part of the flat.

By the end of the year, you don’t remember the kettle, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh. So if you’re moving to London, skip the flat-pack rubbish. Grab a retro sofa, and let it carry your student nights.

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