First year in London was chaos. The carpet smelled like beer, but we made it ours. Forget glossy showrooms, so we searched markets. We carried a wingback through Dalston. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it home. Vintage sofas feel alive, and it doesn’t matter if it’s scratched. I’ve watched half my flat pass out across two chairs, and contemporary leather armchair the chairs became mates. Shoreditch is perfect for this life, and designers take inspiration from it.

One afternoon I stumbled into Smithers, and everything felt alive, not plastic. money was tight, but that chair still sits in the flat. Every student flat tells the same story. it’s how you build a home. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Mass production doesn’t care, but vintage accent chair carries weight. every stain means another night. Looking back after twelve months, the dodgy landlord fades away, but you remember the sofa.

So if you’re moving to London, forget the catalogue shine. Make space for a classic seat, and watch it age with you.

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