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When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The windows rattled in the wind, but we gave it soul with furniture. IKEA lasts a term at best retro armchairs, so we hunted retro. I spotted a funky armchair on Brick Lane. It looked like chaos, but that’s what made it home. Old accent chairs carry memory, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve fallen asleep in a battered armchair with a book, and the sofa was another character in the story. East London is built on mix and mess, and students rely on it.

We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and the place was full of funky retro chairs. we had to haggle, but that chair still sits in the flat. Every student flat tells the same story. it’s where life happens. Vintage pieces survive it. Mass production doesn’t care, but retro lasts. every stain means another night. Looking back after twelve months, the dodgy landlord fades away, but the armchair stays in your mind. So if you’re moving to London, ignore the fake polish. Take home something with scars, and watch it age with you.