I’ve been in the trade man and boy for single long chair decades. Around these West End streets, a sofa is never just a sofa. Young men with new flats, and they all ask for quality. A velvet seat with history, never fails to speak up. I sent a set of accent chairs to a Grosvenor couch vintage style Square apartment, and ten years on it looked better than ever. That’s what vintage means. They fall for fashion too quickly, but at the end they admit. Modern things break, whereas retro lives on. Taste splits by borough.

Chelsea wants polish, unique chairs with velvet chairs. Camden stays chaotic, with loud armchairs. That’s the reality. Here’s the truth, an armchair becomes memory. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and the right piece never lies. Retro has power. If you’re thinking quick buy, take a breath. Take on a classic wingback, and watch it age gracefully.