Mi name Varon, come London 1948. Mi see chair come, chair go. First flat mi rent in Brixton, but dat sofa hold story. But mi tell you, retro piece worth more than gold. Step in Portobello, vintage wingback smell of years. Dem tings not showroom clean, but dem real. When London swing 1960s, Armchair pass from father to son. Retro keep history alive. Man look pon we like crazy, but Everybody sit pon it. Dat sofa store still in mi memory. Every area carry different vibe.

Belgravia love polish, chairs with sofa wid velvet accent chair. Shoreditch wild, wid funky old frame. Modern flat-pack? Dem break quick. Vintage chair last long. End of de day, leather armchair green mi love vintage over flat-pack. When you tempted by showroom, stop an look round, and see it carry laugh and cry.