Finally! My new Super 8 film is ready.

The film is based on my Je T’aime live show.  I was lucky enough to work with the French Director Mathieu Breliere on the project, which was filmed last May, who being a New Wave fan understood my oh so artistic paint dripping body printing vision. So combining Yves Klein, Blow Up, and good old dirty Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin we have…..

“Je T’aime” Film by Agent Lynch and Mathieu Breliere from Agent Lynch on Vimeo.

Many thanks go out to Mathieu (www.mathieubreliere.com) for bringing a froggy pitch perfect ‘Je ne sais quoi’ to the project, Dominik Rippl who was an excellent DOP, Fernado Lamas for being a perfect 60s ‘homme’, Leila Mauro for nailing a Bardot up do, to Phil Sansom for his edit suite skills, Tom Waterhouse for his pitch perfect graphics and Naomi at Vintage Secret (www.vintagesecret.com) for finding me the perfect dress, and to Duncan at the Camden Arts Center for kindly letting us use the space.

I hope you enjoy it and I would love to know what you think,

OOoh Je T’aime!
xxx Lynchy

Happy New Year!

After hibernating through Christmas, recovering after New Years Eve I am now feeling relatively full of beans!

Please check out the spread I did for Jaime Perlman’s Test Magazine ( she’s the Art Director for Vogue) shot by Wendy Bevan on the coolest Polaroid camera I have ever seen! Also check out www.testmag.co.uk for more slices of artistically directed fashion.

Also I have two shoots coming up this month- better keep jogging round Hackney downs.

Here are some of the pictures of my spy story shot on location in Marrakech with Alan Keohane.

See the pictures below as I struggle to complete my mission after being double crossed by Verity Buckson (Cherry Shakewell) and Dr Ival Munzder….

We are making a little book of the pictures so if anyone is any good at writing 1960s pulp fiction to go along with the pictures (a few lines for each pic would be good) Please do let us know and we can sort you out with some show tickets and a credit!

After heading back to the hotel after driving down the same narrow stretch of road AGAIN. We were taken to a different Riad closer to the airport in the Medina. It was nice to have a change of scenery but by this point we really wanted to just get home.

So after another chicken tagine we settled down to another early night for our 8am airport pick up.

Tuesday

After checking in we headed to passport control. As we were queuing I heard an officer say my name. ‘Uum, that’s me!’ I said ’You have a leak in your bag come with me’. ‘A leak?’. Jo and I looked at each other both knowing it could only be one thing- my gun.

I have been travelling and performing with my Olympic starting pistol for 18 months. It’s a stunt gun that allows you to put in tiny gold bullets which go BANG in the chamber, the snout of the gun is filled in so you can’t shoot anything out of the end. Sounds scary, I know, but its totally legal to buy if its for dramatic purposes. Which is obviously what I use it for.

I had been questioned before about it in Sarajevo (see blog) but once I explained they quickly let me go…

Why not use a plastic gun? Well cap guns don’t make as bigger a noise (part of the dramatic effect) and plus I have struggled to find one that looks the right period. Anyway when we landed in Marrakech on exiting the airport we had to pass through a X-ray. I got a girl to explain to the guard in French what I was carrying. I’m not sure if he fully understood, but he put my bag through the X-ray and then let us go.

Cherry and I were then marched towards about 5 guards all gathered around my suitcase. I started shaking. I knew I could explain the gun, but bloody-hell I had perhaps not through this through fully. I was asked to open the suitcase where I scrabbled around to find the gun which was buried in my selection of polyester dresses and covered in glitter. I handed it over to the guard explaining it was for a photoshoot. I frantically went through my purse looking for my business card which has a picture of a gun shooting a lipstick on it to try and back up my claim. Some guards seemed relaxed, others were sent off to get the head officer of the airport.

We were assured we would still be able to get on our flight, but I was bricking it. We were supposed to have left Morocco three days previously- how could things keep on going wrong?

Time was ticking towards our flight time, after sniffer dogs were set on my cases we were taken through passport control to an office. On the way an officer hilariously grumbled ‘My hands are covered in glitter from your gun, my wife will suspect me of being with another woman’. Funny the moments of comedy you can find when things seem to be going from bad to worse.

At the head office there was even a more gruff looking moustached officer inspecting my gun while other gathered around. Crap- it does look real I though as he sprung out the barrel to poured out the tiny gold bullets. And then it hit me ‘I bought a GUN to Africa. SHIT I AM A TOTAL IDIOT’. I was asked why I had not declared it. ‘I told the guard when I arrived!, check the CCTV!’

After more waiting, no one seemed to be able to tell us if we were allowed to get on the flight, or explain to us what was going on. Then we had to go hand over our digital cameras.

This humourless guard started flicking through our pictures. Shit it. I had one private picture on there- nothing super explicit, but private none the less exposing one teeny nipple.

‘Where was this taken?’ he demanded.

‘In London‘ I replied. Things were getting serious now- Morocco has very strict pornography laws which can lead to jail sentences. I felt physically sick with dread especially when he came to innocent pictures of us in the bath that had been taken in the Riad.

One of the pictures that caught the policeman's eye...

another nice bathroom that almost got us into trouble!

It became obvious I was not going to be able to get on my flight and I asked them if they could let Cherry go- thankfully they said yes, as I had been the one carrying the ‘firearm’. She did not want to leave but I insisted, I felt sure it would get resolved and I hated to delay her any further. It was awful though, even though I knew she should go I still had to turn my back when she headed towards the gate, I was pretty scared.

After another half hour of waiting and more questions about pictures on my camera, and after being formally arrested for bringing an undeclared firearm into the country I called Alan the photographer, explained the situation and he swiftly called his contact at the British Embassy.

Matthew from  the embassy called me back about ten minutes later. I can’t tell you how nice it is to hear a reassuringly British voice, when you have been arrested by Moroccan Police. I half sobbed down the phone, while he said he would call the airport to find out what was going on as they were telling me very little.

Then one of the guards said ‘Come with me’.

‘Where are we going?’

‘Just come’.

Then my phone rang and it was Matthew the consulate.

‘Will you tell the consulate where we are going?’

The guard shook his head. We were heading towards an empty gate with a plane with two policeman out side.

Oh god- hey are putting me on a plane to PRISON! I started crying as I tried to drag my two suitcases across behind the police man and I kept asking ‘Where are you taking me!?’. We got closer to the plane and my heart skipped a beat. Then I was lead to a rather boring office downstairs and told to wait. I felt like a idiot. Almost as stupid as a burlesque dancer, who takes a gun to Morocco for a photo shoot, and then thinks they are going to get flown to a secret prison, where she would most undoubtedly be tortured and never seen again. But I tell you fear does quite warp ones mind to dramatics.

More waiting. I was told to stay in a room with two guards, who were very nice and one started laughing when I told him the story, which made me feel slightly better. I then had to sign a statement. It was written in French- so my GCSE came in a bit handy, although I refused to sign it at first without the consulate. They said they could not take me to the station to meet the until I signed it, so I did.

Then after 6 hours of waiting I was put in the back of a Police van and driven to the main Police station in the famous market square Jemma El Fna. I just kept thinking ‘I can’t believe it has come to this!’.

When I arrived Matthew the consulate was there waiting for me on the steps- god was I glad to see him!

We went into a another office where I was relieved the atmosphere was a lot more jovial. Alan had dropped off copies of the pictures of me standing ‘Bond Girl’ style with the gun and the Police found the whole thing hilarious, I was obviously not your usual arms smuggler. At this point I did not know whether to laugh or cry. It was the first time I had seen the pictures too- at least they were good!

The police at the station could not have been nicer, I was handed water and they even sent a boy out to buy me hot biscuits from the market. Arrest hospitality! I had to explain why I had the gun, with Matthew translating the facts again, while some of the officers rather distractingly played with my gun and pretended to shoot each other round corners Bond style.

After 2 hours, and more statement signing, it was agreed that I could be released but they would have to hold onto my passport while my gun was sent off for analysis in Rabat. Phew. But there was still an outside chance it could go to court. Shit.

However Matthew was so nice, and having an articulate, kind man with me made me realise that sometime its jolly good to be British and have someone one your side metaphorically hold your hand.

Alan then came to the station to give a statement and he kindly offered that I could stay with him and his wife Joanna until it was all resolved. I was so happy, the thought of going back alone to an empty hotel room was not a pleasant prospect.

We picked up Joanna and headed out to the village were they lived about 20mins outside Marrakech.  It was great not to be in a Police station.  Their house was beautiful, all cool polished concrete floors, and a lovely courtyard in the middle.

Alan and Joanna's Courtyard

my guards that night

After a much need gin and tonic and supper I headed to bed- as we had to go back to the Police station in the morning.

Wednesday 4th November

I woke early, while I had felt confident everything was going to be resolved the previous day, my confidence had now turned to doubt. I agonized over what to wear too- my clothes were not realing but showed too much arm…should I dress western? Moroccan? I settled on a 60s dress and Joanna’s jacket.

Just before we entered the Police Station  Alan stopped me and very kindly handed me a huge wadge of Moroccan currency. ‘I don’t mean to scare you, but there is small chance that they might prosecute you and take you to court. I want you to be prepared. You can buy things in prison, like a better room, food with this etc . Seriously it wouldn’t be that bad, my friend was in prison for 3 months and he said the worst thing was the boredom.’

And on wait a minute- PRISON! It was only then that the prospect of going to jail seemed real. Surely I could not be put in a paint peeling cell like the one I saw yesterday. I was fighting back the tears as we walked across the square with Alan’s money tucked in my pocket. Suddenly my freedom, which as a (largely) law abiding citizen I have taken for granted seemed incredibly precarious in this foreign land. I was a long way from home. I had brought a firearm to Africa, not declared it (in their eyes). Shit I was going down. Oh GOD! I’m too pretty for prison!!!!

‘Oh and take your sim card out of your phone that way you can take it into jail with you , if it comes to it’ ‘But I can’t I have an iphone- they are really tricky to open and there’s no time.’ Bloody ponsey technology, no good if you get banged up in Africa!

So with one last look at the blue sky and I headed into the station to hear the results of the analysis in Rabat.

‘Heeeey my friends!’ was the greeting we received from the mullet haired cop who had spoken to us yesterday. ‘I think that means I’m not going to jail!’ I thought. Unless it was just a ruse to stop me bolting.

After a nervous ten minutes it was clear that ‘Relax, there is no problem’ as we were assured that the gun and our story had checked out. But they were still waiting for official paperwork to come through before they could give me my passport back.

Big deep breath out.

When we got back to Alan’s later I booked my flight home- the thought of going back nearly made me cry.AGAIN.

Thursday 5th November

At 2pm we went back into the Police station for the third time, where I was given back my precious passport and they actually APOLOGISED for arresting me! What a relief, I was going home!

Passport back, very happy, wearing Alan's denim jacket for modesty!

Also a big thank you goes to Alan for spending about what felt like 3 days in the police station, Joanna for being so hospitable and kind, Matthew for his time and good humour and for all your kind messages. All those calls, posts and texts certainly cheered me up during those few days.

Needless to say I have learnt my lesson, and when I travelled to Dublin last week I did call up Air France in advance and the  Met Police looked over the gun before I boarded. It means I have to show up at the airport a little earlier, but its worth it. I never want to have to go through anything like that again.

Give up the gun I hear you say? Start using a prop that doesn’t fire bullets and won’t get you arrested? Now where would be the fun in that…..

Picture courtesy of Alan Keohane 'The Lotus Connection, with the little gun that caused a whole lotta palava

Funnily enough I wrote some of this while I was staying at the hotel-before the arrest….

Friday 30^th October

I have always wanted to go to Morocco since I read Bella Freud’s ‘Hideous Kinky’ as a teenager. I was so pleased when Cherry Shakewell (who gave me my first burlesque lesson)  put me forward for the gig of 2 nights worth of Go-Go dancing at Club Lotus in Marrakech.

Club Lotus

Riad Lotus where we were staying was a new hotel but it was beautifully designed: a great mix of modern European and traditional Moroccan style.

Riad Lotus

After a lounge by the pool and some meatballs,egg and tomato lunch we were taken to the night club. Club Lotus is a trendy and popular nightspot and we were told was probably the most ‘liberal’ club on Marrakech, but even the most liberal clubs do not allow burlesque so it was strictly fully clothed Go Go- fine by me!

pre-show dip

We arrived cautiously dressed in kaftans and shawls we need not have worried judging by the scantily clad models running around preparing for an evening fashion show. We were not dancing until midnight, so we met up with the photographer Alan Keohane who I had arranged a shoot  with for the next day. Alan is one of Marrakech’s top photographers- he took this famous picture of mountain girl which I love.

and as a Morocco resident for the past 20 years it was great to get an ex-pat perspective on the culture, and traditions and city.

Alan is also really reminds me of Michael Palin! Resemblance non?

We were also joined by his assistant Terry an ex-Brooklynite who would be on the shoot with us the next day.

King Mohammed VI, not Terry

We then heard a bit of history: Morocco still has a monarch. The current king above is apparently far more progressive and more popular than his father who called Morocco ‘his farm’. When the new king made his first speech he addressed them as his ‘fellow citizens’ as opposed to ‘my subjects’, this was revolutionary progress! Hurrah! His picture is everwhere too- I wish we had more picture of the Queen up.

I was also regaled with some great  stories from the 60s when the government tried to prevent hippies from entering the country they insisted all tourists must arrive with a suitcase instead of a backpack which lead to all these long haired bohemians arriving with rucksacks stuffed into cheap cases which were hastily disposed of on arrival.

My Moroccan 60s heroine- Talitha Getty

Sadly I did not manage to track down the Getty ‘Pleasure Palace’ when I was there- but photo’s of Talitha really inspired my photoshoot with Alan see http://minimadmodmuses.multiply.com/photos/album/8/Talitha_Getty

Moroccan trivia aside we had been asked to being CDs of 60s Go Go tracks, but on arrival in appeared our 20 min go to sets would look a bit clunky slotted in between the club house music policy. At about midnight we were helped onto our podiums, they were pretty narrow and 6ft off the ground! EEek! So it took me a little while to get my sea legs- I did that old trick of staring at a fixed point on the wall and tried not to look down. I like house music so it was fun to dance to that for a change. The locals also LOVE the Black Eyed Peas. Seriously as soon as ‘Boom Boom Boom’ came on all the girls screeched! Wow. After two 15 min sets we were whisked back to the Riad where we got an early night. ZZZzzz

Saturday 31^st October : Shoot day

primped and preened almost ready for my close up

The premise for the shoot was a kind of Bond Girl in Morocco type affair. With Cherry now on board we really could play around with double crossing and various weapons. Our first location was the sister Riad of the one were staying in, in the Medina, the old part of town.

a street in the Medina

You would never guess something so beautiful was down all those narrow streets.  I had brought lots of my favourite vintage boho clothes for the shoot so we had fun rifling though it all. Cherry loves the 60’s too so she brought some of her mothers original pieces. She looked like a delicious Russ Meyer villainess!  I think my favourite shot was of Cherry looking all Brit Eckland in a pink and gold harem dress and me lounging in a sequined belly dancer outfit nonchalantly smoking (well pretending to smoke )hooka.

Cherry and assistant photog Terry

Post shoot group photo

We headed back to our Riad for some lunch with Alan and Terry (who acted as a Dr Evil type stand in) and some final bedroom shots. Alan was super easy to work with as he had done a reccy of the locations so it was pretty smooth from shot to shot. We wrapped at about 5pm and post shoot Cherry and I enjoyed a bubble bath in gratuitously large tub, and more mint tea!

check out the heart shaped lumps! Fancy.

Then we headed down to Club Lotus of our final night of dancing.

Tired Go-Go Cat

We were expecting to fly back the next day but there had been a bit of a mis-communication and it turned out we were actually booked ok a 2pm Monday flight flying from Casablanca which was a 3 hour drive away!

There are definitely worse places to be stuck than a 5 star Riad so we quickly swallowed are disappointment at the thought of a hammam and lounge by the pool the next day. When we got back I fell onto the best seamless sleep, you know one of those sleeps where you wake up in the same position you fell asleep in. Heaven.

I had wanted initially to explore the old town but we were told that without a male chaperone it was inadvisable plus with Cherry being blonde we were guaranteed unwanted attention. So with an enforced day of inactivity we embraced the loafing nattering by the pool and slotted in a hammam (lovely) before more loafing, more eating and then watched Spiderman in our hotel room.
Monday 1^st November

After a midnight mosquito swatting session

Results: Cherry and Lynchy: 1 bite

Mosquitoes: 3 dead

Result: We massively WON!

We woke for our journey to Casablanca. The 3 hour journey is literally down one straight road. After a slightly nerve-wracking police stop (little did I know….)where the driver had his papers checked for 15 mins, we arrived at the airport only to find that our booking had been cancelled due to a mess up at the Lotus’s travel agents! Noooooo!

So the driver had to be called back and we made another 3 hour journey back to Marrakech….would we EVER get home??

So sorry for lack of blog action. I have been travelling so much (a different country every week), moved house, been arrested, and performed 22 acts! Phew.

So hopefully more blogs about my travels in Milan, Morocco, Geneva and Dublin coming next week ( this coming Saturday!)

In the meantime here are some pictures from my show at Fashionista’s Night Out for the Children’s Trust which was on the 29th October.

It was organised by my friend and  burlesque student Kimberly Sanderson, she did an awesome job and raised a helluvalot of £££, and managed to look gorgeous on the night too. A+ for effort.

Also this was the last outing of the pistachio present. I have a new glittery pink one (which came with me to Geneva) which is sooo sparkly it makes your eyes hurt! Pics coming soon.

Also if anyone is interested in attending my Burlesque class this weekend in Dublin check out the info here: http://agentlynch.com/academy/

Also I’m clearing my new pistol with Air France – I’m not taking ANY more chances.

xxxx L

Kimberly and I happy post-show

My new pictures from renowned fashion photographer Aurelia Thevevin have just arrived!

I did the shoot back in September in Paris when I popped over to see Gentry’s revue: http://agentlynch.com/2009/09/18/how-many-hours-in-a-day-are-there-in-paris/

It was a fun shoot and I had a total hair fluke with my front curl. I have tried to recreate  it since…  but I just end up hair-spraying myself to death. Oh well at least it will be forever immortalised in jpeg.

Just in case anyone is wondering I did get to eat the macaroon.

Thank you for a lovely morning Aurelia. How I love photoshoots with cake.

xxxx

On Monday I was invited to the launch of ‘Beatles- Bowie: The 60s Exposed’ photography exhibition at the National Portrait gallery.

I have not been there for ages so it was a treat. It’s a pretty large exhibition with some star pieces you will probably know and lots of other gems you probably haven’t seen before. It’s pretty amazing that a period of ten years produced some of the most iconic Rock and Roll imagery we have today.

It was great to see the progression from the more posed teddy boy’s of the early 60s to shots that literally look as if they could have been taken yesterday.Testament to how the work of these photographers changed the face of modern photography forever.

Private views are great- not only so you hopefully get to see great work but you also get free drinks. But not only was there a free bar at the gallery there were REALLY fancy canapes- like tuna summer rolls! I then cursed myself for putting a bloody £2.95 EAT Coronation chicken sandwich in my belly, when I was emergency tight buying in Topshop, leaving no room left for posh nosh. I was also so thirsty, but I could not find any water, so I just nailed a glass of wine before we headed into the exhibition. Much to my later hot flush regret…..

My favourites pictures were the David Bailey shot of Mick Jagger in the furry hood (I had this on my wall as a teenager) and the beautiful one of a topless Jane Birkin! Je t’aime Jane forever!

It was also GREAT for some vintage starspotting! I actually saw David Bailey. He is such a legend to me, I could not quite bare to look at him directly. But I did notice that in a sea of suits and dresses he was wearing about 3 un-ironed shirts looking a bit of a wonderful mess. He can totally get away with it though- he’s mine and about a gazillion others photography hero. Plus he was married to Catherine Denueve. Respect to that.

We got chatting to Dave Berry and his wife who came over to say they liked our dresses ( I was with Wendy and Rachel so we made a rather odd, if colourful, 20s/30s/60s style trio). He sang that wonderful haunting song ‘The Crying Game’. His picture was pretty cool too, cowboy hatted and on sitting in an orange bubble chair, he had that kind of has that Chistopher Walken thing going on. His biog on the photograph said he was well known for ‘erotically caressing the microphone’, I asked him if it was true and said ‘of course darling!’ and gave me a wink. Brilliant.

You can check out some geniune 60s microphone caressing here:

We also met this great photographer called Baron Walman- he worked for Rolling Stone as their Chief Photographer ( think ‘Almost Famous’) in the 60s and pretty much shot everyone: The Stones, Zappa, Morrison and Hendrix. He was very sharp and told me some good stories, although ‘I did think he was called ‘Barry’ for half the conversation! Baron a tad cooler methinks. Whoops. Oh and according to Baron the sixties were really as good as I think they were, and he should know. Yaaay.

Barry...I mean Baron in front of one of his iconic pictures (this one is not at the exhibition sadly)

Then I bumped into Jimmy Page(!). I first met Jimmy almost two years ago at a 100 Club gig, and all I kept on thinking I can’t believe you play the guitar on a ‘Whole Lotta Love’! (I really need to do a show to that soon). That night he very kindly gave me a lift to my show, and when you are carrying a huge suitcase and were planning to get 2 buses to Kensington a free taxi ride with a genuine rock legend is always much appreciated. So it was really great to see him again, but I was hugely dehydrated (no drinks in the gallery) and with excitement of meeting Mr Page again I broke out into a slight hot sweat on my face. Have you ever had that when you get a sweaty top lip and you try and nonchalantly dry it mid-conversation?? Sooo not a good look. Anyway Jimmy was nothing but charming and did not seen too scared by my shiny face. Musical genius and nice: what a combo.

The exhibition runs from tomorrow to the 24th Januray (and don’t forget to check out the Twiggy exhibition upstairs too) You can find out more info and buy your tickets here: http://www.npg.org.uk:8080/beatles/index3.htm

And thank you very much to Terence Pepper and Rachel Snider for inviting me.

Until next time..xxL

DISCO lives!

After only 10 days to promote and organise it STUDIO 64 on Friday R.O.C.K.E.D.

BGWMC is one of my favourite venue’s, and it’s the first place I ever performed. I just love the SMELL of it: slightly musty, tinged with an indefinable smell of good times past. I swear that room has good karma.

We got there early to decorate- The 4ft helium ‘6′ and ‘4′ ballons were possibly the best £16 I have ever spent on Ridley Road market and we got ourselves a little high blowing up 100 balloons. Balloons such simple objects really, but bringers of such child-like joy. Then after some silver draping, erection of the kissing booth, and a lighting tutorial from club manger Martin we were ready to go.

I only had 10 days to promote/organise STUDIO 64 which is not a lot in promoting terms, so I was a bit nervous. But we had over 170 people through the door! Whoop! It was great to see so many friends there-but also nice to see people who I have never seen before in my life! They came to my party yaaaay!

Happy Debutante LP

Mr Cutlass tweaks some knobs- he's just like Jean Michel Jarre

Lewis!

The Action Men- scare some small children (just kidding they were TERRIFIED)

All the acts were great. Lewis rocked (I even had a dance with his Mum), The Action Men ruled, The (lone) Debutante Jess not only looked beautiful but made everyone happy with her wonderful 60s and disco sounds! Then Charlie Boy finished it all off with a brilliant disco electro set that kept everyone dancing till the wee hours.

I did my electro Barbarella show and Donna Summer tribute. BGWMC was actually the first place I did my Barbarella show two and half years ago so it brought back some memories.: I remember I was wearing these ridiculous platform silver stripper boots that I could not walk in (mine now are specially made not to resemble a Blackpool stripper) plus I was so nervous I drank a bit too much and just basically fell around the stage and crashed into the silver beaded curtain.CRINGE. I have hopefully moved forward since then!

The cosmic kissing booth was a hit, I even put in a little lighting system in that you could turn on and off. As the night wore on it certainly got more use- and with five people in it getting slightly over excited making it slowly fall over….like in films when someone yells ‘Timber!’. All I could see were all these little legs covered in multi-coloured tights wriggling at the other end.Muchos funny. Luckily no one was injured and even the bouncer cracked a smile as we pushed it back up.

The kissing booth finally gets some actione

Charlie boy of SHAMELESS DISCO keeps us dancing

After a prolonged final dance and a clean up we headed, led by manager Martin, to Damascu on Shoreditch high street- and had possibly the best chicken and lamb swarma I have ever had. I hadn’t eaten for 12 hours, but still mighty tasty. By 4:30am I was asleep humming ‘I feel love’ and woke up to a slightly deflated and sad looking 64 balloon in my kitchen. But don’t worry balloon you will have another outing I promise!

Thank you for all the lovely feedback. We will change things around slightly next time as STUDIO 64 is definitely happening again very soon- so watch this space.

xxxx Lynch

All pictures by David Jensen www.davidjensen.co.uk

Dance under the famous magic mirror ball!

Canoodle in the cosmic kissing booth, and enjoy a night of far-out cabaret starring:

Prolific one man band and modern-day Jimi Hendrix: Lewis Floyd Henry!
www.myspace.com/lewisfloydhenry

I LOVE LEWIS! If you have seen a man with surrounded by 100s of people on Brick Lane on a Sunday you have been Floyd-ed.

Lewis and I performed together at 100 Club (supporting Chas’n'Dave- sob!) a few months ago- he  androcked out, I Go-Goed my arse off and had a jolly good time. So I am very excited to welcome him back for a full live set. Prepare to be amazed how one man can make so much sweet noise!

Unrivalled 1960s all-male dance troupe The Action Men. See them go-go-Go!
www.myspace.com/theactionmenuk

Definitely the most original dance troupe I have seen in a long time. Check out their fantastic Alan Whicker tribute show here ( kind of like 1960s dads doing a choreographed dance down Carnaby street in 1967)

And I, your host, and burlesque vixen Agent Lynch will take you on a journey to outer space with my Studio 54 and new Barbarella show!

All with a delicious soundtrack of choice 50 and 60s sounds from gorgeous (trust me!) girl duo THE DEBUTANTES.

Then a naughty late-night slice of electro from CHARLIE BOY (SHAMELESS DISCO) www.shamelessdisco.co.uk

Dress: 60s Space Kitten, Studio 54 VIP Room, man-made fibres.

For £7 ALL NIGHT GUESTLIST email missions@agentlynch.com

Be there or be square and that.

xxx Lynchy

Previously at Studio 64…..

The Correspondents!

Spandrex Andrex

Beautiful revellers!