Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale

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When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The kitchen had a dodgy kettle, but we built it piece by piece. New furniture is soulless, so we begged, borrowed and carried. Someone even nabbed a table from outside a pub. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it ours. Vintage sofas feel alive, and we don’t need polish, old fashioned armchair we need real. I’ve balanced takeaway boxes on a mismatched chair, and the sofa was another character in the story.

Retro furniture feels natural here, and designers take inspiration from it. I stopped by Smithers looking for nothing, and everything felt alive, not plastic. we had to haggle, but it’s survived three house parties and a flood. We’ve all shoved sofas through windows. it’s half the fun. Retro sofas don’t care if you spill. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but real pieces stay alive. every creak is another laugh. Looking back after twelve months, mouse click the next webpage stress disappears, but the vintage pieces carry the whole story.

If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, ignore the fake polish. Choose a funky accent chair, and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.