My world has always been the shop floor, the showroom, the warehouse. In the heart of London, people don’t buy just to sit. Old families from Belgravia and Kensington, and they all ask for quality. A funky accent chair, unusual couches never fails to speak up. I remember selling a Chesterfield to a gentleman from St John’s Wood, and the sofa aged but never gave way. That’s the point with retro lounge chairs. They look for convenience, but eventually they realise. Modern things break, whereas old chairs carry life.

The capital’s rooms all look different. St John’s Wood desires quiet luxury, with deep seats. Camden stays chaotic, with upcycled seats. That’s what keeps us alive. Let me put it plainly, customers never forget the chair that mattered. Glossy showrooms don’t sell that. I still touch the arms of the chairs, and the real thing speaks. Vintage has truth. Next time you flick through a catalogue, step back.

Choose a funky accent chair, and allow it to tell your story.