I’ve spent a lifetime dealing in chairs and sofas. Here in Mayfair, a sofa is never just a sofa. Old families from Belgravia and living room chairs and sofas Kensington, and they’re all searching for the same thing. A vintage sofa, gives them that. There was a velvet sofa that went to a townhouse in Chelsea, and the scars became part of the charm. That’s what endures. People wander past the big chains, but sooner or later they return. Mass production doesn’t care, whereas real furniture stays.

Furniture mirrors the postcode. Chelsea wants polish, with deep seats. Brixton is bold, with funky fabrics. That’s London. Let me put it plainly, helpful resources the right piece will define a home. Mass production never delivers it. I still sit to see how it feels, and the difference is clear. History sits with you. If you’re thinking quick buy, step back. Pick up a retro armchair, and make it part of your Mayfair truth.