When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The windows rattled in the wind, but we dragged in whatever we could find. Forget glossy showrooms, so we hunted retro style settees. I spotted a funky armchair on Brick Lane. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it ours. Old accent chairs carry memory, and it fits our lifestyle. I’ve balanced takeaway boxes on a mismatched chair, and the sofa was another character in the story.
Shoreditch is perfect for this life, and dealers live for it. My flatmate dragged me into Smithers, and everything felt alive, not plastic. we left with just one piece, but it’s the pride of the living room. Ask around and you’ll hear it. it’s half the fun. Retro sofas don’t care if you spill. Modern stuff? Forget it, but real pieces stay alive. every creak is another laugh. When you’re moving out, the stress disappears, but you remember the sofa.
When you start student life, leave the glossy showrooms behind. Pick up a vintage armchair, bedroom chair vintage and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.