Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale
When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The kitchen had a dodgy kettle, but we gave it soul with furniture. No student can afford Mayfair prices, so we begged, borrowed and carried. We carried a wingback through Dalston. 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 balanced takeaway boxes on a mismatched chair, quirky sofa and the sofa was another character in the story.
Every warehouse flat tells the same story, and shops in the area thrive on it. We wandered past Smithers one Saturday, and the sofas looked like they belonged in films. we were broke students, but it’s become the throne of the house. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s how you build a home. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Flat-pack won’t last a term, but vintage carries weight. every wobble tells the truth.
Looking back after twelve months, the dodgy landlord fades away, but the vintage pieces carry the whole story. When you think furniture, forget the catalogue shine. Pick up a vintage quirky armchair, and make it part of your story.