I’ve spent a lifetime dealing in chairs and sofas. In the heart of London, buying is about more than comfort. Designers with clients in tow, and they all want a piece that speaks. A battered old wingback, gives them that. One battered club chair was claimed for a Notting Hill film set, and the sofa aged but never gave way. That’s the Mayfair way. People wander past the big chains, but they find themselves in Mayfair again. Fabric frays fast, whereas vintage lasts.

Furniture mirrors the postcode. Hampstead seeks calm, with deep seats. Brixton is bold, with upcycled seats. That’s what keeps us alive. I’ve learnt over years, a sofa becomes family. Glossy showrooms don’t sell that. I still touch the arms of the chairs, wiki.mofakhar.info and the real thing speaks. Classic pieces endure. So when you’re tempted by the new, stop. Bring home something with story, and allow it to tell your story.