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London ain’t about shiny showrooms. Cut across Shoreditch backstreets and you’ll see wingbacks with torn arms. The leather’s cracked, but they carry weight.

When my nan was about, a sofa weren’t just a sofa. You’d save for a proper armchair, and it’d soak up smoke and beer. That’s what classic means in London.

I’ll never forget, not looking for nothing. I noticed a torn leather club chair. Some would laugh it off, but I sat in and realised straight — this seat had lived.

Car boots keep secrets. Camden Market spit out sofas with weight. You need to keep your eyes peeled. I’ve clambered over dusty frames, but the sofa finds you.

Postcodes carry personality. Kensington plays plush, with velvet sofas. Brixton mixes it all, with odd retro sofas. Dalston’s cheeky, and you’ll spot stripped leather that clash yet sing.

The buyers and sellers carry the story. Old boys sipping tea on a chair they won’t sell. The mix makes the market. I’ve paid cash with a grin and bundled armchairs into cabs. That’s real furniture hunting.

At the end of the day, scars make it real. an armchair’s more than stuffing. it sits through nights you can’t forget.

So next time you’re out, skip the bland shops. Grab a retro accent chairs armchair, and watch it grow old with you.