London’s Retro Revival: Why Vintage Armchairs and Sofas Still Rule I’ve always had a soft spot for old furniture. Growing up, there was a sofa in our house that had seen it all. The arms were shiny from years of elbows, but it carried memories. During the heyday of Soho, furniture meant something. Chairs lived longer than flats. It’s in the creak when you shift. I bartered for updated blog post a sofa on Brick Lane one rainy morning. Some would’ve laughed at the state of it, but I knew straight away it had something.

It’s carried me through late nights and lazy Sundays. You can tell the area by the chairs. Mayfair goes glossy, with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney keeps it raw, retrto arm chair with upcycled seats. London wouldn’t be London without the variety. Modern flat-pack doesn’t hold a candle. Old-school sofas become part of your life. Every stain has a story. Truth be told, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time.

A sofa should tell your story. Before you grab a soulless bargain, wander a street full of second-hand shops. Choose a funky accent chair, and make it part of your story.