HOUSE OF BLUE EYES

The House of Blue Eyes (label of Johnny Blue Eyes) showed at Beach Blanket Babylon in Shoreditch Tuesday night--at least I think. The elaborate goth, S&M, darkness of the night-ridden charade was more of a spectacle and an excuse for a wild party than a fashion show. There was no runway, the models snaked through an open corridor in the club instead--or crawled, as it were. They walked so quickly and it was really dark, so the clothes were hard to discern. But did it matter? Not in the slightest. The night was utterly fab, with a cast of characters so fantastical they made Narnia look like dullsville. There were raging queens in unbelievably awesome drag, elaborate wild costumes, vampires dripping with bloody makeup and clutching baby dolls and one very naked, very glitter-smeared designer who was so at home dancing on his pole that he brought down his own house. The night then moved to the after after party at Images in Hackney, where the festivities continued until the wee hours of the morning.

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Johnny has mastered the credit crunch look: the way god and mother nature intended us to be, in all our fleshy splendour with strategically placed glittery red hearts. Although, not so strategic on the bottom half--I think Johnny missed...

Or did he?

To die...to sleep...to style no more.

A runway show just isn't a runway show without a pregnant women dripping blood from her mouth-no?

Ima comin to get you!

Blood is so the new black.

The man with the plan: Johnny Blue Eyes in the flesh.

"Down Blue Eyes, Dow!" said the dominatrax to the naked man.

Nipple bandages: so hot right now.

In YO face

Granny Don't! How presh is she? Seriously! Look at the kool-aid in her hair!

I'm sorry sir, but the set of a Clockwork Orange is in the next Shoreditch dungeon.

Showing the Tina a little bit of love. What's bums got to do with it?

I'm not sure how I feel about faux roadkill. Fashion statement or just plain sadistic?

Yea...Ima go with sadistic. Anyone who slices the throat of a bunny stuffed animal and then smears it with fake blood needs a new day job.

So draggin fabulous!

One vampire per child, please

Apparently Will Young was there.

"I just want to pole dance now, can we do it later?" --Johnny Blue Eyes when I asked him for a short interview at the after after party.



And thus officially ended LFW for me. Thanks to Blue Eyes, it was a farewell to remember, however hazily.