Retro Comforts in Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale

Moving into a student flat ain’t glamorous. The flat looked more squat than home, but we filled it with life. No student can afford Mayfair prices, so we begged, borrowed and carried. Someone even nabbed a table from outside a pub. Everything mismatched, but that’s what made it real. Chairs with scars feel stronger, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve balanced takeaway boxes on a mismatched chair, and the furniture was part of the night. East London is built on mix and mess, and luxury lounge seating dealers live for it.

We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and the sofas looked like they belonged in films. we left with just one piece, but it’s survived three house parties and a flood. We’ve all begged friends for lifts. it’s where life happens. Vintage pieces survive it. Modern stuff? Forget it, but retro lasts. Every scratch adds more story. Once the parties are done, the stress disappears, but the armchair stays in your mind. When you start student life, forget the catalogue shine.

Take home something with scars, and watch it age with you.