Retro Sofas and Funky Chairs – A Real London Story Retro chairs and sofas have been part of my life for years. When I was a kid my nan had this battered armchair. The arms were shiny from years of elbows, but it had heart. When London was swinging, you didn’t buy throwaway chairs. You’d hand down sofas from parents to kids. It’s in the weight of the wood. I bartered for a sofa on Brick Lane one rainy morning.

The legs were wobbling, home seating solutions but you can’t fake that kind of comfort. That chair still sits in my flat. Furniture in London shifts with the postcode. Belgravia keeps it polished, with velvet armchairs. Brixton thrives on colour, with funky retro chairs. The clash gives it character. Mass-produced pieces fade in months. Vintage finds get better with years. They remind us life isn’t flawless. At the end of the day, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time.

A chair should hold your nights. Before you grab a soulless bargain, step into a dusty warehouse. Pick up a retro armchair, and let it shout London every time you sit.