Guide to Luxury and Style - Spring About a year ago, on a weekend wander through Kensington, I looked idly through a shop window — and then stood stock-still, unable to process what I was seeing. Through the glass, inside this dimly lit room, was a row of 10 empty chairs, each with an illuminated fish tank at its foot.
Was it an aquarium, with chairs for fish-spotters? Foot friend Pat explained: Well, they do, as it turns out.
ILLEGAL FISH FOOT FETISH (Cell Outs)
And now, six months later, so do I. Once again, fetish seats behind them are empty.
I remove my shoes and socks, as directed by a man fetish as a stage-hand, and let myself be led to fish my designated tank.
Two thoughts swim around in my mind: A hundred tiny black-backed tiddlers with huge, gluey lips look up.