Retro Sofas and Funky Chairs – A Real London Story I can’t walk past a retro armchair without stopping for a look. When I was a kid my nan had this battered armchair. The fabric was torn but held together, but it felt alive. When London was swinging, you didn’t buy throwaway chairs. Chairs lived longer than flats. It’s in the creak when you shift. I dragged a velvet armchair home from Camden. Most people would have walked on, but the weight told me it was the real deal.

It’s become part of my story. Each district carries its own vibe. Hampstead stays calm, with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney keeps it raw, with industrial luxyry armchairs. The contrast keeps it alive. New furniture looks dead next to vintage. Accent chairs from another era grow with you. Every stain has a story. Truth be told, an old funky accent chair means more than new gloss. A chair should hold your nights. So next time you’re tempted by something new, step into a dusty warehouse.

Grab a vintage sofa, and watch it age alongside you.