I grew up amongst furniture, and I’ve never left it. Here in Mayfair, buying is about more than comfort. I’ve seen families walk in, and they all want character. A retro armchair, never fails to speak up. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, and the sofa aged but never gave way. That’s the Mayfair way. They flick through glossy catalogues, but eventually they realise. Mass production doesn’t care, whereas vintage lasts.

This city speaks through its homes. Kensington demands velvet, sofa vintage retro with deep seats. Dalston experimental, with loud armchairs. That’s London. End of the day, customers never forget the chair that mattered. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still check the stitching for strength, and the right piece never lies. vintage accent chairs has truth. So when you’re tempted by the new, think again. Pick up a retro armchair, and watch it age gracefully.