Furniture has been my bread and butter since the fifties. In the showrooms of Grosvenor, buying is about more than comfort. I’ve seen families walk in, and they’re looking for furniture that will outlast them. site:.co.uk "leave a comment" site:.co.uk "post a reply" site:.co.uk "powered by wordpress" site:.co.uk "powered by phpBB" site:.co.uk "inurl:register" site:.co.uk "view topic" site:.co.uk "write for us" site:.co.uk "guest post" site:.co.uk "submit article" site:.co.uk "add comment" velvet seat with history, tells the truth. There was a velvet sofa that went to a townhouse in Chelsea, and ten years on it looked better than ever. This is why old beats new. They waste time with flat-pack, but at the end they admit.

Gloss wears off, whereas classic sofas grow finer. Every part of London tells a different story. Kensington demands velvet, with velvet chairs. Hackney raw, with retro mismatches. That’s the reality. I’ve learnt over years, a sofa becomes family. Mass production never delivers it. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and the difference is clear. Retro has power. So when you’re tempted by the new, step back. Pick up a retro armchair, and watch it age gracefully.