Furniture has been my bread and butter since the fifties. Here in Mayfair, folk are not merely choosing somewhere to park themselves. Old families buy from sofasdirect.com Belgravia and Kensington, and they all ask for quality. A battered old wingback, delivers precisely what they’re after. I sent a set of accent chairs to a Grosvenor Square apartment, and the scars became part of the charm. This is why old beats new. People wander past the big chains, but at the end they admit.

Modern things break, whereas real furniture stays. This city speaks through its homes. Kensington demands velvet, with velvet chairs. Hackney raw, with retro mismatches. That’s the reality. End of the day, the right piece will define a home. Mass production never delivers it. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and the truth tells itself. Classic pieces endure. When a showroom tempts you, take a breath. Find yourself a vintage sofa, and see how it shapes your home.