Events Attract — people monthly to various London venues, with occasional International tour events all around the World. Together they were bored with the existing retro alternative clubs and suburban style fetish clubs. There was no other crowd and club in the world like it! In May David left the club to move to New York, but remains involved with archive projects having been the creative director of the company for nearly 3 decades. We chose it more because of the exotic and mysterious images that it evoked, rather than the specific novel itself. Keep an eye out in France?
5 things I learned from attending my first fetish night
Jamie HP - Fetish Nights & Private Parties in London
I am lying on the floor with my back against a shopping trolley, wearing a pair of latex shorts that are so tight my testicles resemble vacuum-packed chestnuts. On my arm is Batman villain Poison Ivy. In a body-hugging latex green dress, glitter speckled cheeks, ivy crown and heels, the girl turns heads. In a tight polo shirt with militant stripes on the arm, skimpy latex shorts and bulky imitation Doc Martins, I look like a camp policeman in orthopaedic shoes. Through the double doors and entering the UK fetish scene for the first time any fears of the way we look fade fast.
FROM extreme torture costumes to female empowerment - the fetish scene has an array of nights for those looking for a very kinky Christmas. Here, we take a look inside London's exclusive sex parties and club nights - and exactly what they have on offer. While the majority of the clubs hosting the parties actually throw events all year round - their Christmas bashes will undoubtedly bring something extra to the table. The parties are normally kept under wraps - but we've managed to get a sneak peek into a few
And more importantly, what would I see or partake in, and how would my brain process that information on the night? Answer: probably. So, one purchased latex dress later — thank you Amazon Prime — and I find myself queuing in the freezing cold outside a run down theatre in South London, alongside a chap wearing nought but duct tape, genuinely not knowing what to expect from the next six hours of living. Girls wearing nothing but pasties and pearl thongs squeeze past middle-aged couples in matching trench coats, masks and spikes.