Take A Stroll In Spitalfields And You’ll Stumble On Armchairs Stacked Outside Shops. They’ve Got Stains And Creaks But That’s The Charm

Why Retro Furniture Still Beats Flat-Pack in London

I’ve always had a soft spot for old furniture. The family armchair was covered in throws but still solid. The fabric was torn but held together, but it had heart.


When London was swinging, you didn’t buy throwaway chairs. You’d go second-hand instead of brand new. It’s in the creak when you shift.

I dragged a velvet armchair home from Camden. Some would’ve laughed at the state of it, but I knew straight away it had something. Friends always fight to sit in it.

Each district carries its own vibe. Belgravia keeps it polished, with velvet armchairs. Brixton thrives on colour, with mismatched sofas. It’s the mix that makes it all work.

New furniture looks dead next to vintage. Old-school luxury sofas become part of your life. They carry scratches like tattoos.

Here’s the thing, an old funky accent chair means more than new gloss. Furniture should live with you.

Next time you’re thinking of flat-pack, stop and think of the markets. Take home something with scars, and watch it age alongside you.