From Markets to Mansions: London’s Love for Vintage Sofas and Armchairs Vintage sofas just feel more real than anything new. When I was a kid my nan had this battered armchair. It was worn, patched, and squeaky, but it was part of us. During the heyday of Soho, a sofa wasn’t just a sofa. You’d hand down sofas from parents to kids. It’s in the sag of the springs. I once pulled a Chesterfield out of a warehouse in Hackney.

It weren’t pretty at first glance, but I knew straight away it had something. It’s become part of my story. London’s furniture scene splits by neighbourhood. Mayfair goes glossy, with plush seating. Brixton thrives on colour, with mismatched sofas. London wouldn’t be London without the variety. Modern flat-pack doesn’t hold a candle. Armchairs with scars grow with you. They remind us life isn’t flawless.

When it comes down to it, I’ll pick a vintage sofa over new every time. A leather chair retro should hold your nights. If you’re scrolling catalogue sites, step into a dusty warehouse. Grab a vintage sofa, and see how it shapes your nights.