Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale

When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The windows rattled in the wind, but we made it ours. No student can afford Mayfair prices, so we hunted retro. Another dragged a chair from Camden. Everything mismatched, but that’s what made it ours. Vintage sofas feel alive, and it doesn’t matter if it’s scratched. I’ve watched half my flat pass out across two chairs, and every time it felt right. Every warehouse flat tells the same story, art deco style settees and sofa funky Smithers down in Shoreditch knows it.

We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and everything felt alive, not plastic. we had to haggle, but it’s become the throne of the house. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s half the fun. Furniture with scars feels built for students. Brand-new looks boring, but real pieces stay alive. every dent becomes part of the flat. Looking back after twelve months, the cracked window gets forgotten, but the vintage pieces carry the whole story.

When you think furniture, leave the glossy showrooms behind. Take home something with scars, leather chair retro and make it part of your story.