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.

I tell you, London change plenty but some tings stay same. Furniture? Chairs, sofa, dem tings?.. We only could afford old sofa, but dat armchair keep we warm. But mi tell you, retro piece worth more than gold. Walk through Brixton Market, vintage wingback smell of years. Not new outta box, but dem true. When reggae first play in Brixton pub, Accent chair sit same corner thirty years. Dat’s why mi love vintage.

Cold, snow pon street, but Beer spill, children jump, reggae shake wall. Dat sofa part of mi life. Postcode tell story too. Chelsea go fancy, wid velvet accent chair. Camden clash colour, wid sofa in bright clash. All dem catalogue chair? Mi tell you straight – rubbish. retro style armchair sofa grow wid you. Truth be told, mi always choose retro over new. Before you click catalogue, take armchair wid scar, and see it carry laugh and cry.