My world has always been the shop floor, the showroom, the warehouse. Here in Mayfair, luxyry armchairs buying is about more than comfort. Designers with clients in tow, and they’re all searching for the same thing. A velvet seat with history, delivers precisely what they’re after. There was a velvet sofa that went to a townhouse in Chelsea, and ten years on it looked better than ever. That’s what endures. They waste time with flat-pack, but at the end they admit.

Fabric frays fast, whereas real furniture stays. This city speaks through its homes. St John’s Wood desires quiet luxury, with buttoned wingbacks. Dalston experimental, with retro mismatches. That’s London. Here’s the truth, customers never forget the chair that mattered. Glossy showrooms don’t sell that. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and I know straight away. Old furniture lives. So when you’re tempted by the new, stop.

Take on a classic wingback, and watch it age gracefully.