My world has always been the shop floor, the showroom, the warehouse. Around these West End streets, a sofa is never just a sofa. Designers with clients in tow, and they’re all searching for the same thing. A funky accent chair, delivers precisely what they’re after. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, unusual armchairs and the scars became part of the charm. That’s the Mayfair way. They look for convenience, but they find themselves in Mayfair again.

Cheap wood snaps, unique armchairs whereas old chairs carry life. Taste splits by borough. Kensington demands velvet, with mahogany accent pieces. Dalston experimental, with loud armchairs. That’s what keeps us alive. Let me put it plainly, an armchair becomes memory. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still check out this one from ajuda.cyber8.com.br the stitching for strength, and the real thing speaks. History sits with you. Before you make a mistake, stop. Choose a funky accent chair, and watch it age gracefully.