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When I moved to Shoreditch I had nothing but a mattress. The flat looked more squat than home, but we filled it with life. IKEA lasts a term at best, so we bartered with old dealers. Someone even nabbed a table from outside a pub. It felt like Shoreditch, but that’s what made it home. Old accent chairs carry memory, and it doesn’t matter if it’s scratched. I’ve crashed into a leather sofa after a night out, and every time it felt right. Shoreditch is perfect for this life, and students rely on it.

We found ourselves in Smithers showroom, and the sofas looked like they belonged in films. We couldn’t afford much, but it’s the pride of the living room. We’ve all dragged furniture through rain. it’s half the fun. Accent chairs don’t flinch when four people pile on. Mass production doesn’t care, but old sofas age into character. every creak is another laugh. Looking back after twelve months, the stress disappears, living room chairs and sofas but that funky accent chair is legend.

When you think furniture, skip the flat-pack rubbish. Take home something with scars, dmnsj.com and watch it age with you.