My world has always been the shop floor, the showroom, the warehouse. Here in Mayfair, customers aren’t simply shopping for wood and fabric. Old families from Belgravia and Kensington, and they all want a piece that speaks. A velvet seat with history, never fails to speak up. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, and it carried his family through generations. This is why old beats new. People wander past the big chains, but sooner or later they return.

Modern things break, whereas retro lives on. Furniture mirrors the postcode. Chelsea wants polish, with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney raw, with retro mismatches. That’s London. I’ve learnt over years, accent chairs outlive their buyers. Mass production never delivers it. I still knock on the wood for weight, and the difference is clear. Retro has power. Before you make a mistake, support.ourarchives.online stop. Choose a funky accent chair, and make it part of your Mayfair truth.