My world has always been the shop floor, the showroom, the warehouse. In the heart of London, a sofa is never just a sofa. Old families from Belgravia and Kensington, and they all want character. A battered old wingback, armchairs vintage design gives them that. 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 eventually they realise.

Gloss wears off, chair unique whereas vintage lasts. The capital’s rooms all look different. Hampstead seeks calm, with mahogany accent pieces. Shoreditch is playful, with colourful sofas. That’s the reality. I’ll tell you something else, an armchair becomes memory. Mass production never delivers it. I still walk my warehouse floors, patterned accent chairs uk and the right piece never lies. History sits with you. When a showroom tempts you, step back. Bring home something with story, and allow it to tell your story.