I’ve spent a lifetime dealing in chairs and sofas. Amongst the squares and crescents, buying is about more than comfort. Couples step through the door, and they’re looking for modern living room furniture that will outlast them. A vintage sofa, never fails to speak up. One battered club chair was claimed for a Notting Hill film set, and he told me years later it was still going strong. That’s what endures. They fall for fashion too quickly, but they always come back. Cheap wood snaps, whereas real furniture stays.

This city speaks through its homes. Hampstead seeks calm, with mahogany accent pieces. Brixton is bold, with retro mismatches. That’s what keeps us alive. Here’s the truth, a sofa becomes family. Mass production never delivers it. I still walk my warehouse floors, and the real thing speaks. Vintage has truth. If you’re thinking quick buy, pause. Pick up a retro armchair, and let it settle into your life.