When we moved to our new home way out west, we inherited some right bonkers furniture. But there were a few gems, one of them being these exotic, sexy and ever so slightyly porno meeting room chairs.
Just take a gander: white leather clinging tightly to a chrome frame.
Oooooh I've come over all adland 1980s.
Driver! Take me to The Ivy damn you!
We've got a dozen of the little beauties and, apart from getting dirty very quickly (you don't want to know how) and giving you a bit of a sweaty bot-bot in tense meetings, they 'aint half nice.
If you'd like to come and rest awhile on them you either have to: (i) apply for a job (very strict criteria); or (ii) become a client (very loose criteria).
You know you want to. Come feel the leather....