Dear Icon,

I moved to London last year and I feel I’m still “learning” this city. I was therefore thoroughly appreciative of the London-related content of your January issue, in particular the obviously lovingly researched piece on Centre Point. However, I was disappointed that the otherwise very interesting article on Oxford Street’s Christmas Lighting scheme failed to address the elephant in the room. Surely, I cannot be the only one to wonder why every lighting pylon along Oxford Street is topped by a luminescent uterus, complete with sparkling blue ovaries. Are we to take this as some kind of post-feminist commentary? Is the lighting designer a member of a matriarchal cult? Are the gleaming wombs urging us away from immoderate consumption towards the earthy, fleshy source of life? Is the uterus giving birth to the pylon or being invaded by it? And does the designer criticise or celebrate this action? I remain baffled.

Orestes Chouchoulas, London

P.S. I’m not the only one to have noticed. Googling revealed this.