Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale

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When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The kitchen had a dodgy kettle, but we made it ours. New custom furniture designs is soulless, so we hunted retro. Another dragged a chair from Camden. Everything mismatched, but that’s what gave it soul. Funky retro seating has character, and it doesn’t matter if it’s scratched. I’ve fallen asleep in a battered armchair with a book, and the chairs became mates. Retro furniture feels natural here, and dealers live for it.

My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and everything felt alive, not plastic. We couldn’t afford much, but it’s survived three house parties and a flood. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s how you build a home. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but old sofas age into character. every stain means another night. After exams and chaos, the dodgy landlord fades away, but you remember the sofa.

If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, ignore the fake polish. Make space for a classic seat, and watch it age with you.