Although Vegas is quite far from here and the Hollywood nights in Soho are long gone, there is one place in this darling city which makes you think of both- ladies and gentlemen, welcome to God’s Own Junkyard!
Ok, some dodgy-sounding industrial estate in Walthamstow is not necessarily your go-to weekend destination, right? Oh boy, If you knew what you’re missing!!! I know it’s far from everything but if you make some effort it will be oh so worth it! Just imagine the most wonderful, magical quirky kingdom of all things surreal-that’s what to expect.
I’m such a sucker for neon signs and all crap of that kind and the minute I entered God’s Own Junkyard, it took my breath away. ‘Is this for real? Am I being delusional? Have I just died and gone to rock’n’roll paradise?’ – I kept asking myself for a jolly good moment after stepping into the Junkyard. The most amazing Junkyard I’ve ever seen, let me add.
We’re talking hundreds, perhaps thousands of neons- cute, quirky, fun, controversial, kitsch, iconic- they are all there! On the walls and ceiling, on the floor between pieces of furniture- simply everywhere! It’s also possible to buy or rent each of the pieces.
The person behind this wonderland was Chris Bracey, a neon artist who once described the place as what the inside of his brain looked like (can anyone relate?!). Today the largest neon collection in Europe (cool, right?) is run by Chris’s family and you can visit it every weekend (during the week the space is available for rent… private parties, wedding receptions, Vogue photoshoots, you know). Oh, and also, there’s the Rolling Scones cafe there- it may not be the best place to get your perfect flat white but if you fancy a pint of cider in psychedelic surroundings, hesitate no more!
God’s Own Junkyard is just so much fun and I highly recommend checking it out when you get the chance- have a bloody good time!
Huge, huge thanks to Nika who suggested me visiting GOJ- keep on rocking babe! x