I’ve been in the trade man and boy for decades. Here in Mayfair, a sofa is never just a sofa. I’ve seen families walk in, and they’re all searching for the same thing. A vintage sofa, tells the truth. I sent a set of accent chairs to a Grosvenor Square apartment, and ten years on it looked better than ever. That’s what endures. They look for convenience, but at the end they admit. Modern things break, whereas vintage lasts. Every part of London tells a different story.
Chelsea wants polish, with plush sofas. Brixton is bold, with upcycled seats. That’s the mix. I’ll tell you something else, the right piece will define a home. Flat-pack won’t do that. I still knock on the wood for weight, and I know straight away. History sits with you. Next time you flick through a catalogue, step back. Pick up a retro settee armchair, bedroom chair vintage and allow it to tell your story.