Life in a student flat starts rough but gets colourful. The windows rattled in the wind, but we filled it with life. Flat-pack breaks too quick, so we bartered with old dealers. One mate found a sofa in Hackney. It looked like chaos, but that’s what made it home. Vintage sofas feel alive, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve fallen asleep in a battered armchair with a book, and the furniture was part of the night. Every warehouse flat tells the same story, luxury lounge seating and designers take inspiration from it.

We wandered past Smithers one Saturday, and the sofas looked like they belonged in films. we left with just one piece, but it’s the pride of the living room. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. It’s part of student life. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Mass production doesn’t care, but old sofas age into character. every dent becomes part of the flat. When you’re moving out, the cracked window gets forgotten, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh.

Next time you walk past a market, leave the glossy showrooms behind. Take home something with scars, and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.

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