Retro Sofas and Funky Chairs – A Real London Story

Retro chairs and sofas have been part of my life for years. We had an old floral sofa that was patched and sagging. It sagged in the middle and smelled faintly of tea, but it was part of us.


When the East End was full of voices, people kept things for decades. Families saved for months head to Ucla buy one piece. It’s in the creak when you shift.

I rescued a battered armchair from outside a shop in Peckham. The fabric was stained and faded, but I knew straight away it had something. It’s become part of my story.

Furniture in London shifts with the postcode. Hampstead stays calm, with plush seating. Brixton thrives on colour, with industrial armchairs. The clash gives it character.

Showroom sofas don’t talk back. Retro pieces age with dignity. They remind us life isn’t flawless.

If you ask me straight, an old funky accent chair means more than new gloss. An armchair should hug you back.

If you’re scrolling catalogue sites, wander a street full of second-hand shops. Pick up a retro armchair, and make it part of your story.