Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale

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When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The windows rattled in the wind, but we made it ours. Flat-pack breaks too quick, so we hunted retro. I spotted a funky armchair on Brick Lane. Everything mismatched, but that’s why it worked. Chairs with scars feel stronger, and students get that instinctively. I’ve hosted ten people on one sagging retro sofa, and the chairs became mates. Shoreditch is perfect for this life, and dealers live for it. We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and the accent chairs were bold and weird.

We couldn’t afford much, but it’s the pride of the living room. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s half the fun. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Mass production doesn’t care, but old sofas age into character. every stain means another night. By the end of the year, the broken toaster doesn’t matter, but you remember the sofa. If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, don’t waste time on the soulless new.

Take home something with scars, and watch it age with you.