How I Furnished My Student Flat In Shoreditch With Retro Style
When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The walls were bare, but we gave it soul with furniture. No student can afford Mayfair prices, so we begged, borrowed and carried. We carried a wingback through Dalston. The colours clashed, 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 chairs became mates. Markets spill chairs onto the streets, and shops in the area thrive on it.
One afternoon I stumbled into Smithers, and the sofas looked like they belonged in films. We couldn’t afford much, but everyone fights to sit in it. Ask around and you’ll hear it. it’s half the fun. traditional armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Modern stuff? Forget it, but retro lasts. every dent becomes part of the flat. Looking back after twelve months, the broken toaster doesn’t matter, but that funky accent chair is legend. If you find yourself in a Shoreditch flat, don’t waste time on the soulless new.
Pick up a vintage armchair, and let it carry your student nights.