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When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The kitchen had a dodgy kettle, but we dragged in whatever we could find. New furniture is soulless, so we begged, borrowed and carried. One mate found a sofa in Hackney. Nothing matched the walls, but that’s what made it home. vintage style armchair sofas feel alive, and we care more about story than gloss. I’ve hosted ten people on one sagging retro sofa, and every time it felt right. Shoreditch is perfect for this life, leather armchair green and shops in the area thrive on it.

I stopped by Smithers looking for nothing, and everything felt alive, not plastic. we were broke students, accent chairs for living room but it’s survived three house parties and a flood. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. It’s part of student life. Retro sofas don’t care if you spill. Mass production doesn’t care, but retro lasts. every wobble tells the truth. After exams and chaos, the stress disappears, but the armchair stays in your mind.

If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, don’t waste time on the soulless new. Pick up a vintage armchair, and let it carry your student nights.