Retro Comforts In Shoreditch – A Student’s Tale

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When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The carpet smelled like beer, but we built it piece by piece. New furniture is soulless, so we searched markets. We carried a wingback through Dalston. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it ours. Old accent chairs carry memory, and it doesn’t matter if it’s scratched. I’ve balanced takeaway boxes on a mismatched chair, and the sofa was another character in the story. Retro furniture feels natural here, via and students rely on it.

One afternoon I stumbled into Smithers, and the accent chairs were bold and weird. We couldn’t afford much, but everyone fights to sit in it. Every student flat tells the same story. it’s where life happens. Vintage pieces survive it. Catalogue gloss falls apart fast, but funky chairs grow with you. every stain means another night. When you’re moving out, the dodgy landlord fades away, but the mismatched set still makes you laugh.

So if you’re moving to London, ignore the fake polish. Grab a retro sofa, and let it shout Shoreditch every time you sit.

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