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Moving into a student flat ain’t glamorous. The flat looked more squat than home, but we built it piece by piece. Forget glossy showrooms, so we bartered with old dealers. I spotted a funky armchair on Brick Lane. The colours clashed, but that’s what gave it soul. Old accent chairs carry memory, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve crashed into a leather sofa after a night out, and the chairs became mates. East London is built on mix and mess, and designers take inspiration from it.<br><br>My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and everything felt alive, retro arm chair not plastic. we were broke students, but that chair still sits in the flat. We’ve all shoved sofas through windows. it’s where life happens. Retro sofas don’t care if you spill. Mass production doesn’t care, but vintage carries weight. every dent becomes part of the flat. Once the parties are done, the cracked window gets forgotten, but that funky accent chair is legend. If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, leave the glossy showrooms behind.<br><br>Take home something with scars, [https://bchums.com/login/?action=failed&username=morrishoskins&redirect_to check sofasdirect.com] and let it carry your student nights. | |||
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