연락처 : BQ 이메일 : raypruitt@gmail.com Round here it ain’t about spotless gloss. Walk click through the next article Bethnal Green and retro armchair you’ll clock accent chairs with bite. They’ve seen better days, but they’re real.

In the sixties when London swung, you didn’t buy stuff to bin it after a year. You’d work overtime for a proper armchair, and it’d age alongside the family. That’s what vintage still counts for.

One afternoon I wandered, dodging the rain. I noticed a retro velvet sofa. Some would laugh it off, but I sat in and realised straight — this chair had history.

Car boots keep secrets. Camden Market cough up armchairs with edge. You need to keep your eyes peeled. I’ve clambered over dusty frames, but the chair shows itself.

Each bit of London’s got its own flavour. Kensington plays plush, with velvet sofas. Brixton mixes it all, with odd retro sofas. Peckham’s daring, and you’ll find wild fabrics that clash yet sing.

The buyers and sellers carry the story. Cockney dealers shouting prices. The clash keeps it alive. I’ve paid cash with a grin and bundled armchairs into cabs. That’s retro life in the capital.

Let’s have it right, a scratch ain’t a problem. a chair’s part of your story. it carries laughs.

So next time you’re out, skip the bland small armchair for bedroom shops. Take a vintage sofa, and make it your anchor.