「Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale」の版間の差分

When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The kitchen had a dodgy kettle, [https://bchums.com/login/?action=failed&username=forestcantrell&redirect_to accent settee] but we filled it with life. New furniture is soulless, traditional armchairs so we bartered with old dealers. We carried a wingback through Dalston. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it ours. Funky retro seating has character, and we care more about story than gloss. I’ve fallen asleep in a battered armchair with a book, and the chairs became mates. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and dealers live for it.<br><br>I stopped by Smithers looking for nothing, and the sofas looked like they belonged in films. We couldn’t afford much,  different styles of armchairs but that chair still sits in the flat. We’ve all shoved sofas through windows. It’s part of student life. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Mass production doesn’t care, but funky chairs grow with you. every stain means another night. When you’re moving out, the stress disappears, but the armchair stays in your mind.<br><br>When you start student life, ignore the fake polish. Take home something with scars, and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.