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London ain’t about shiny showrooms. Sneak through Brixton Market and you’ll spot sofas with scars. They’ve seen better days, but they’re real.

In the sixties when London swung, a sofa weren’t just a sofa. You’d work overtime for classic armchair designs a deep sofa, and it’d stay with you. That’s what classic still counts for.

One afternoon I wandered, killing time before a pint. I noticed a battered Chesterfield. It weren’t showroom clean, but I sat in and sofa with accent chair realised straight — this thing carried London in its bones.

Car boots keep secrets. Camden Market spit out 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. Chelsea leans posh, with wingback chairs. Shoreditch stays scrappy, with odd retro sofas. Hackney’s raw, and you’ll find wild fabrics that feel like the city itself.

People make it what it is. Design students scribbling sketches. Everyone’s part of the scene. I’ve paid cash with a grin and dragged best modern sofas for living room down streets. That’s London grit.

Truth is, age is part of the charm. a chair’s part of your story. it carries laughs.

So next time you’re out, forget your catalogue orders. Pull an accent chair with scars, and watch it grow old with you.