I grew up amongst furniture, and I’ve never left it. Around these West End streets, folk are not merely choosing somewhere to park themselves. Couples step through the door, and they all want a piece that speaks. A vintage sofa, carries the room. There was a velvet sofa that went to a townhouse in Chelsea, and the sofa aged but never gave way. That’s what endures. They fall for fashion too quickly, but they find themselves in Mayfair again.

Fabric frays fast, whereas retro lives on. The capital’s rooms all look different. Chelsea wants polish, with mahogany accent pieces. Brixton is bold, with loud armchairs. That’s the reality. Let me put it plainly, accent contemporary chairs chairs outlive their buyers. Mass production never delivers it. I still walk my warehouse floors, and I know straight away. Old furniture lives. Before you make a mistake, step back. Pick up a retro armchair, and watch it age gracefully.

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