This sofa wears its leather like an oversized flannel shirt—loose, slipcovered, and unbothered by structure. The dark charcoal hide drapes over the boxy frame in soft folds and gathered creases, pooling at the base like fabric rather than clinging to it. Two deep, pillowy seat cushions slouch invitingly, backed by equally plush cushions with the relaxed sag of a well-used camping chair. No hardware, no exposed wood—just leather from crown to floor. The overall effect: part rugged workhorse, part Sunday-afternoon nap spot, tailored for comfort rather than polish.
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