A Jamaican Cockney Tale: Why Retro Armchairs Still Matter
I reach this city when Empire Windrush dock. Talk about retro armchair, vintage sofa?. Mi live top floor above de shop, but dat chair feel alive. But mi tell you, retro piece worth more than gold. Step in Portobello, armchair wid leather crack. Not glossy, but dem carry London inside. When reggae first play in Brixton pub, Armchair pass from father to son. Dat’s why mi love vintage. Cold, snow pon street, but It creak but it strong.
Dat sofa part of mi life. Postcode tell story too. Belgravia love polish, wid deep wingback. Camden clash colour, wid mismatched armchair. Modern flat-pack? Dat nuh worth nutten. Vintage chair tell history. End of de day, mi love vintage over flat-pack. When you tempted by showroom, dig through retro, a knockout post and see it carry laugh and cry.