When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The carpet smelled like beer, but we made it ours. No student can afford Mayfair prices, so we searched markets. I spotted a funky armchair on Brick Lane. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it home. Retro armchairs have weight, and students get that instinctively. I’ve hosted ten people on one sagging retro sofa, and those seats carried us. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and dealers live for living room chair sofa it.

We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and the accent chairs were bold and weird. we were broke students, but it’s become the throne of the house. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s what makes memories. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Mass production doesn’t care, but old luxury sofas age into character. every dent becomes part of the flat. When you’re moving out, the cracked window gets forgotten, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh.

When you think furniture, forget the catalogue shine. Grab a retro sofa, and accent chair funky let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.