My world has always been the shop floor, the showroom, the warehouse. Amongst the squares and affordable armchairs crescents, a sofa is never just a sofa. Young men with new flats, and retro sofas they’re all searching for the same thing. A retro armchair, tells the truth. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, and it carried his family through generations. That’s what endures. People wander past the big chains, but sooner or later they return.

Gloss wears off, whereas vintage lasts. Furniture mirrors the postcode. Hampstead seeks calm, with plush sofas. Shoreditch is playful, with funky fabrics. That’s the mix. I’ll tell you something else, customers never forget the chair that mattered. You don’t get that from a catalogue. I still knock on the wood for weight, and the right piece never lies. Vintage has truth. Next time you flick through a catalogue, stop.

Bring home something with story, and see how it shapes your home.

Mi name Varon, come London 1948. The real ting never lose value. We only could afford old sofa, but dat chair feel alive. Nowadays dem want flat-pack quick. Any London market you choose, sofa carry story deep. Not factory shine, but dem real. Back in de day, home seating solutions Sofa stay whole family life. Every scratch talk story. Mi remember one winter 1971, arm chairs for kitchen but Beer spill, children jump, reggae shake wall. Mi can smell the leather now. London borough different style.

Belgravia love polish, wid velvet accent chair. Hackney raw, wid sofa in bright clash. All dem catalogue chair? Mi tell you straight – rubbish. Old funky accent seat last long. Mi speak plain, mi take scarred sofa over glossy fake. Before you click catalogue, take armchair wid scar, and let it be part of your life.

Long time mi here, Brixton mi home. Talk about retro armchair, vintage sofa?.. First flat mi rent in Brixton, but seat crack but it never mash up. Modern people love shiny tings. Go down to Camden, high-end living room sets armchair wid leather crack. Not glossy, but dem carry London inside. When London swing 1960s, Furniture was solid, not cheap quick buy. Every spring hold laugh and cry. Cold, snow pon street, but dat sofa warm half community. Mi can smell the leather now.

Every area carry different vibe. Kensington love velvet, wid plush sofa. Camden clash colour, wid retro chair mash-up. Dem soulless ting? Dem got no memory. Old funky accent seat grow wid you. End of de day, mi take scarred sofa over glossy fake. When you pass market, stop an look round, and let it shout London and Jamaica both.