I grew up amongst comfortable home furniture, and I’ve never left it. Here in Mayfair, folk are not merely choosing somewhere to park themselves. Young men with new flats, and they’re looking for furniture that will outlast them. A funky accent chair, gives them that. A wingback ended up in a Belgravia study, couch armchair and he told me years later it was still going strong. This is why old beats new. They waste time with flat-pack, but at the end they admit. Fabric frays fast, whereas vintage lasts.

This city speaks through its homes. Hampstead seeks calm, with velvet chairs. Hackney raw, with retro mismatches. That’s London. End of the day, accent chairs outlive their buyers. Modern factory pieces can’t compete. I still knock on the wood for weight, and the right piece never lies. Vintage has truth. Before you make a mistake, step back. Pick up a retro armchair, and allow it to tell your story.