LONDON... NEW YORK... PARIS...MUNICH... EVERYBODY'S TALKIN' BOUT MMMM POP ART MACHINE ........MUSIC....... ART..........FIERCENESS....CLOWNING AROUND......DISCO.....ART + LOVE + FREEDOM = HEAVEN ON EARTH
My my, how far we have come from the good old days of plain drugs, sex and rock and roll. The above alluring facebook invite to Johnny Blue Eyes' latest debauch promised that the dark lord's self-extraction from LFW's House of Darkness would be all that and so much more.
Following on the success of his first art show last year at Coco de Mer, ARTMACHINE was a showcase for Johnny's film and performance based art--and we all know that Johnny's performances are high flying lycra/nude affairs not to be missed. So for one night only, Portobello's Muse Gallery was transformed into a kitsch-tastic House of Blue Eyes--bursting at the seams with the brightly coloured, boldly coiffured and brashly accessorized. Art meets fashion in the company of good friends, Blue Eyes under the blue skies was a recipe for a great night.
The Scene Outside
Same but different. I spotted Erin O'Connor down Portobello when I was en route, alas she did not make an appearance. 
All I can say about her is legs legs legs. There were alot of great legs out in full force that night...maybe it's just because our eyes have been devoid of flesh and limb for so long that all gams look positively Barbie-esque.
Bert makes cleaning lady happen
Look at that hot...one piece!!!
The Goods
Exclusive artwork by Johnny and unique vintage pieces available to buy throughout the evening in the POP ART BOUTIQUE. Johnny demonstrates that he is not only a master of fabric and fashion, but of nail varnish, creating a series of hauntingly kitsch paintings with the stuff. Oh the creative ebb and flow that oozes out of this guy. Racks of choice vintage picks--there was also a cool bleached out jean jacket and 80s original Westwood tee and a lovely assortment of Union Jack dental floss undies.
I scooped up an oversized teal and white men's striped shirt in which I have sort of assumed permanent residence as of late. And by scooped up, I mean I put it on whilst tipsy and couldn't bring myself to later take it off and so had to purchase. Such behaviors only continued to gain in appeal over the course of the night as the drinks and spirits continued to ride high. And by the end of the evening, Johnny aka Clowny wasn't the only party goer whose outfit had undergone some sort of metamorphosis.
Post film and cocktail a plenty, I was easily lured into buying this gold spray painted leather jacket with zip off arms to become gilet, which Johnny customized for me in his own special way (meaning I won't be sharing his carefully chosen words of wisdom with anyone's grams or future employer until a brazen declaration of love for a certain taboo four letter body part makes its way into the heart of conventional colloquialisms). It's a bit flakey, literally, meaning, every where I go in it, I leave behind little trails of gold metallic dust bits. For example, I (whilst massively hungover) pretty much Johnny-dusted the whole of the Louis Vuitton showroom whence I turned up there the following morning for their press day. My chair at Vogue too is covered in its own little Blue Eyes magic, my own little gift to the next intern who graces that cupboard. Let's just hope she doesn't turn up and plunk down into that chair whilst wearing black.
So hear this Johnny: I expect this purchase to go a long way and be worth about as much as the whole of Iceland in the next few years when you become the next Galliano or Chalayan or whoever.
I scooped up an oversized teal and white men's striped shirt in which I have sort of assumed permanent residence as of late. And by scooped up, I mean I put it on whilst tipsy and couldn't bring myself to later take it off and so had to purchase. Such behaviors only continued to gain in appeal over the course of the night as the drinks and spirits continued to ride high. And by the end of the evening, Johnny aka Clowny wasn't the only party goer whose outfit had undergone some sort of metamorphosis.
Post film and cocktail a plenty, I was easily lured into buying this gold spray painted leather jacket with zip off arms to become gilet, which Johnny customized for me in his own special way (meaning I won't be sharing his carefully chosen words of wisdom with anyone's grams or future employer until a brazen declaration of love for a certain taboo four letter body part makes its way into the heart of conventional colloquialisms). It's a bit flakey, literally, meaning, every where I go in it, I leave behind little trails of gold metallic dust bits. For example, I (whilst massively hungover) pretty much Johnny-dusted the whole of the Louis Vuitton showroom whence I turned up there the following morning for their press day. My chair at Vogue too is covered in its own little Blue Eyes magic, my own little gift to the next intern who graces that cupboard. Let's just hope she doesn't turn up and plunk down into that chair whilst wearing black.
So hear this Johnny: I expect this purchase to go a long way and be worth about as much as the whole of Iceland in the next few years when you become the next Galliano or Chalayan or whoever.
Dido's artificial insemination gone awry...
The Films
The Films
The feature presentation of the night was a classic inspirational 1970s Rock and Roll film CHRISTIANE F.......featuring Artangel Mr David Bowie. Here was the first real link to his AW collection: don't let Clowny's bounciness fool you, there is a sartorial darkness which resides within.
The night also showcased a series of short art films by JOHNNY and New York based artist SETH KIRBY and two HOUSEOFBLUEEYES films, GLAMDANDYCLOWN and DON'T BE AFRAID OF DARKNESS WITHIN, directed by Johnny for the 2009 Collections. Here was the softer side of Johnny, after the blood and the fangs and the blaring electric guitar came hippie-whimsy and a floral garlanded Blue Eyes. And even though the film was black and white, it was then that, for the first time, I noticed just how blue Johnny's eyes are.
The night also showcased a series of short art films by JOHNNY and New York based artist SETH KIRBY and two HOUSEOFBLUEEYES films, GLAMDANDYCLOWN and DON'T BE AFRAID OF DARKNESS WITHIN, directed by Johnny for the 2009 Collections. Here was the softer side of Johnny, after the blood and the fangs and the blaring electric guitar came hippie-whimsy and a floral garlanded Blue Eyes. And even though the film was black and white, it was then that, for the first time, I noticed just how blue Johnny's eyes are.
Jesus Blue Eyes?
Johnny's lovely female costar with her son. MILF much?
Special Guest Performer CLOWNY
It's for charity, folks
The Man Behind the Clown
Morning After Words of Wisdom from Johnny
GOOD MORNING YOU GORGEOUS RAVE & DISCO CHILDREN!!MAGIC IS IN THE AIR....CAN YOU FEEL IT?
THE SUN IS SHINING,THERES DAZZLING HOUSEMUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND ...... IVE JUST FRAMED AN ARTPIECE OF (ARTANGEL) DAVID BOWIE,,,,
ALL IS EXTRA FINE IN JOHNNYWORLD ...........YES!
CLOWNY IS FEELING FRISKY,FIERCE AND TOTALLY UP 4 IT!
OPEN YOUR HEART & MINDS....LOOK TO THE SUN............YES!
I'M BRINGING BACK FOR THE SUMMER OF "09 IN FULL EFFECT THE VIBE OF SMILEY FROM "88 BUT WITH FUTURE ENERGY.....YES!!!
FUCK THE BILLS! FUCK THE JOB YOU HATE! SMILE AT THE BITCH WHO FUCKED YOU OFF IN THE SUPERMARKET Q.....
RAISE YOUR ARMS IN THE AIR ......WEAR COLOUR......LOVE AND BE FREE..................MMMMM YES TOTALLY!
HEAVEN IS HERE........BUT ONLY IF YOU WANT IT TO BE...........
GUARDIAN ANGEL OF LOVE
JOHNNY XXXXX
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