From Markets to Mansions: London’s Love for Vintage Sofas and Armchairs I’ve always had a soft spot for old furniture. When I was a kid my nan had this battered armchair. The arms were shiny from years of elbows, but it carried memories. When the East End was full of voices, you didn’t buy throwaway chairs. Chairs lived longer than flats. It’s in the weight of the wood. I rescued a battered armchair from outside a shop in Peckham.
Most people would have walked on, but the weight told me it was the real deal. It’s become part of my story. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Chelsea leans plush, funky chairs for living room with deep sofas. Shoreditch stays messy, with mismatched sofas. London wouldn’t be London without the variety. Mass-produced pieces fade in months. Vintage finds last decades. They carry scratches like tattoos. At the end of the day, 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. Grab a vintage sofa, http://www.annunciogratis.net/author/deliabartle and let it shout London every time you sit.
