First year in London was chaos. The carpet smelled like beer, retro style armchair but we filled it with life. Flat-pack breaks too quick, so we searched markets. Another dragged a statement chair for living room from Camden. It looked like chaos, but that’s what made it home. Funky retro seating has character, and we don’t need polish, we need real. I’ve watched half my flat pass out across two chairs, and those seats carried us. Every warehouse flat tells the same story, and students rely on it.

We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and everything felt alive, not plastic. We couldn’t afford much, but everyone fights to sit in it. Every student flat tells the same story. it’s what makes memories. Armchairs don’t mind if you fall asleep in them. Modern stuff? Forget it, but real pieces stay alive. every wobble tells the truth. After exams and chaos, the broken toaster doesn’t matter, but you remember the sofa.

When you start student life, skip the flat-pack rubbish. Grab a retro sofa, and let it carry your student nights.