Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale
When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The carpet smelled like beer, but we filled it with life. Flat-pack breaks too quick, so we grabbed second-hand. Another dragged a chair from Camden. Everything mismatched, but that’s why it worked. Retro armchairs have weight, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve watched half my flat pass out across two chairs, and those seats carried us. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and Smithers down in Shoreditch knows it.
We wandered past Smithers one Saturday, and the vintage armchairs carried scars I loved. We couldn’t afford much, but it’s become the throne of the house. Ask around and you’ll hear it. it’s how you build a home. Retro sofas don’t care if you spill. Modern stuff? Forget it, custom furniture designs but vintage carries weight. Every scratch adds more story. Once the parties are done, the broken toaster doesn’t matter, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh.
When you start student life, skip the flat-pack rubbish. Grab a retro sofa, and watch it age with you.