Furniture has been my bread and butter since the fifties. Amongst the squares and crescents, customers aren’t simply shopping for wood and fabric. Young men with new flats, and they all ask for quality. A velvet seat with history, carries the room. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, and the sofa aged but never gave way. That’s the point with retro. They flick through glossy catalogues, but at the end they admit.

Cheap wood snaps, whereas old chairs carry life. The capital’s rooms all look different. Hampstead seeks calm, with buttoned wingbacks. Hackney raw, with colourful sofas. That’s the mix. Here’s the truth, customers never forget the chair that mattered. Mass production never delivers it. I still touch the arms of the luxury chairs uk, and the right piece never lies. History sits with you. So when you’re tempted by the new, think again. Find yourself a vintage sofa, and see how it shapes your home.