Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale

Life in a student flat starts rough but gets colourful. The windows rattled in the wind, but we filled it with life. New furniture is soulless, so we bartered with old dealers. Another dragged a cocktail chair from Camden. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s why it worked. Vintage sofas feel alive, and students get that instinctively. I’ve hosted ten people on one sagging retro sofa, and every time it felt right. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and dealers live for it.

My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and the accent chairs were bold and weird. we had to haggle, but it’s survived three house parties and a flood. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s where life happens. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but funky chairs grow with you. every wobble tells the truth. Looking back after twelve months, the stress disappears, but you remember the sofa. If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, ignore the fake polish.

Grab a retro sofa, and watch it age with you.