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This city don’t live off flat-pack. Stroll Camden Lock and you’ll see accent chairs with bite. They ain’t perfect, but they’ve got soul.

When Soho never slept, a sofa weren’t just a sofa. You’d work overtime for a proper mid-century armchair, and it’d stay with you. That’s what retro still counts for.

I remember, after a bit of mischief. I clocked a torn leather club chair. It weren’t showroom clean, but I sat in and realised straight — this thing carried London in its bones.

Car boots keep secrets. Portobello Road cough up sofas with weight. You need the bottle to haggle. I’ve dug through piles of rubbish, but the chair shows itself.

Each bit of London’s got its own flavour. Belgravia drips money, with velvet sofas. Brixton mixes it all, with funky armchairs. Hackney’s raw, and you’ll spot stripped leather that don’t match but somehow fit.

The buyers and sellers carry the story. Design students scribbling sketches. The mix makes the market. I’ve paid cash with a grin and wedged chairs into tiny flats. That’s retro life in the capital.

At the end of the day, scars make it real. A sofa’s more than fabric. it sits through nights you can’t forget.

So next time you’re out, leave the plastic rubbish alone. Grab a retro armchair, and let it shout London every time you sit.