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First year in London was chaos. The | First year in London was chaos. The carpet smelled like beer, but we filled it with life. Forget glossy showrooms, so we begged, borrowed and carried. Another dragged a chair from Camden. It looked like chaos, but that’s what made it real. Retro armchairs have weight, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve crashed into a leather sofa after a night out, [https://365.expresso.blog/question/an-old-london-voice-on-vintage-sofas-funky-armchairs-and-life-2/ 365.expresso.blog] and the sofa was another character in the story. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and designers take inspiration from it.<br><br>We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and everything felt alive, not plastic. We couldn’t afford much, but it’s survived three house parties and a flood. We’ve all shoved sofas through windows. It’s part of student life. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Brand-new looks boring, but real pieces stay alive. every creak is another laugh. Looking back after twelve months, the cracked window gets forgotten, but the armchair stays in your mind.<br><br>When you think furniture, skip the flat-pack rubbish. Choose a funky accent chair, and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit. | ||
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