At the end of the Victoria line at the Walthomstow station, and then a 15 minute walk through some suburban streets with some lefts and at other times rights is an industrial estate. Through the gate and buried at the very end of the units where you are convinced you are lost and doubting it's existence at all is God's Own Junkyard. It's a worthy pilgrimage and actually sort of where you expect God would put a junkyard.
The warehouse is a monument to neon and the life works of the late Mr Neon, Chris Bracey. It's littered to the rooftop with cables, plug sockets and choice words with neon epigrams, the whole collection is stacked, I suppose how a junkyard of the sort would be. Full of sex, religion, americana, sci-fi and nostalgia that all blend together surprisingly well, It's a visual feast that you can take in with a coffee and an open mouth. It is a gem of a place.
It is really great.
I was born and brought up a country boy in Sussex, but Brixton is now very much my home. I adore London. I studied Fine Art and I’m currently at Burberry working as a display designer.
I am an actress and musician raised & based in North west London. I have studied dance at City of Westminster college and performed at the Cockpit Theatre and acting at the Actor Centre, RADA and IDSA.
My favourite Film Director is John casasavettes and my favourite character of all time is Micky Mouse.
I love FOOD, dance, films, art, fashion and music, but most of all I love to learn new things everyday and to work and collaborate with exciting and talented people from all OVER THE WORLD.