When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The kitchen had a dodgy kettle, but we made it ours. Flat-pack breaks too quick, so we begged, borrowed and carried. I spotted a funky armchair on Brick Lane. It looked like chaos, but that’s what gave it soul. Retro armchairs have weight, and it doesn’t matter if it’s scratched. I’ve fallen asleep in a battered armchair with a book, and retro style armchair the furniture was part of the night.
Retro furniture feels natural go here, and shops in the area thrive on it. I stopped by Smithers looking for nothing, and the place was full of funky retro chairs. we were broke students, but it’s the pride of the living room. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s what makes memories. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on. Mass production doesn’t care, but retro lasts. every dent becomes part of the flat. Looking back after twelve months, the dodgy landlord fades away, unusual chairs but that funky accent chair is legend.
When you start student life, forget the catalogue shine. Pick up a vintage armchair, and make it part of your story.