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Life in a student flat starts rough but gets colourful. The walls were bare, quirky chairs but we made it ours. New furniture is soulless, so we begged, borrowed and carried. One mate found a sofa in Hackney. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s why it worked. Retro armchairs have weight, and we care more about story than gloss. I’ve crashed into a leather sofa after a night out, and every time it felt right. Every warehouse flat tells the same story, and shops in the area thrive on it.

We wandered past Smithers one Saturday, and the vintage armchairs carried scars I loved. we were broke students, but everyone fights to sit in it. We’ve all shoved sofas through windows. It’s part of student life. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Modern stuff? Forget it, but real pieces stay alive. Every scratch adds more story. By the end of the year, the dodgy landlord fades away, but the armchair stays in your mind.

When you start student life, forget the catalogue shine. Make space for a classic seat, and watch it age with you.