Student living in East London is messy but fun. The walls were bare, but we gave it soul with furniture. Flat-pack breaks too quick, so we bartered with old dealers. Someone even nabbed a table from outside a pub. The colours clashed, but that’s what gave it soul. Old accent chairs carry memory, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve crashed into a leather sofa after a night out, and every time it felt right. Retro furniture feels natural here, and dealers live for it.

One afternoon I stumbled into Smithers, and the vintage style armchair armchairs carried scars I loved. we were broke students, but it’s the pride of the living room. We’ve all shoved sofas through windows. it’s where life happens. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Modern stuff? Forget it, but old sofas age into character. every wobble tells the truth. After exams and chaos, the stress disappears, but you remember the sofa. So if you’re moving to London, leave the glossy showrooms behind.

Make space for a classic seat, and make it part of your story.