Bookends Don’t Always Need A Page (A Blog Comment In The Form Of A ‘Free-Write’)

For Kime, Whom I’ve Just Discovered Lives At

themoldydoily.typepad.com:

Though your emotions may feel as if they’ve been scattered,
Smothered and covered in the Waffle House of Existence, the
Artwork you create is indeed a language understood by others:

Think of it as speaking in hieroglyphics.

Words that never have to be “learned”– yet are universal,
Exist outside the constraints of time, and become exponentionally
More subjective as they’re strung together.

A strand of jewels that has no concern for what I refer to as ‘Millenial Newspeak’–

Eyes devour the resplendent, the visually stunning
Even when minds shift off and a virtual screen-saver glazes over

Any “tl;dr”

“IDK”

Doubleplusungood

Orwellian B.S.

//

Said another way?

The heart has no need for
Urbandictionary.com

Even on an “off” day, you
Affect it, its
Chamber by
Chamber

Through
The body of work you’ve created
Already——it

Skitters with an emotional velocity too deft for
Man’s lazy Abbreviations. No need
To dial Orwell on
The White Courtesy Phone

There are no acronyms in the
Human condition; whether
We ‘choose to be all right’
Or not

It just is
What it is

It just is.
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“tl;dr” Overdrive…

Yes, I wore the soles off my 20-e Doc's many an eve
dancing to the 12" mix of Ministry's "Everyday is Halloween"
in back-alley nightclubs where I was years away from years from
being 'of age' to attend in the first place

(translation: the main thing that made it fun--
or at least that's how it seems, looking back)

back in ancient history, also known as
my bereaved degenerate youth 

 I've been revisiting some of the more
 dynamic moments from what could aptly be filed away in memory
as 'The Clintagious Chronicles' due to
the current book project on which I've been working

Degeneracy: A Love Letter.

// R.I.P., oh Long Lost Love...despite the toxic goulash of highlights,
lowlifes and embarrassingly awkward good times, how
exhilarating it seems your freedom was // 

Whatever the case, here's a recent update "from the set,"
featuring the inimitable beauty of actress/model Mageina Tovah
in the first of her two looks for the day: 




Copious detail/commentary is provided on the clip's YouTube page,
including info on the other peeps present who
deserve some serious 'propers' of their own.
(Irene Urias from Hairroin Salon, Genevive Lamb from Dior, and
of course my co-conspirator, Amanda Brooks:
childhood f(r)iend/former 'partner in crime'-turned-responsible mom)

Maendi and I lived by the edict that everyday presented
a new opportunity: the chance to become whomever/whatever we want
by dressing up.

To this day, I'm a tremendous advocate of the belief--
I mean, it was a mere three weeks ago, yet
I'm already missing Halloween.

With an outfit as genius as what Jared Gold concocted me,
how could I not?

 

and for the more detail-obsessed
FASHION DIE-HARDS OUT THERE,
here's a considerably more comprehensive 5 minute clip in which
The Master of Delicate Decadence
shares everything from the costume's "reveal"
to secret compartments ensconced within: 

 

As for All Hallow's Eve 'proper,'

I gotta tell ya: generally speaking,
I was stoked to see so many
Alice in Wonderland
characters runnin' around...
There were a slew of them both at the 'Bitches Brew' party

as well as a hearty smattering of Mad Hatters afterwards
when we hit the Brite Spot
for some "fine" (enough) dining.

Seriously now: being a "Glad Hatter" myself--how could I not adore them?

Despite accusations that I'm a 'camera whore,' (harumph!)
there aren't many pictures of me from the evening.
I managed to snap one of that dang adorable little Janine Jarman and
face-beater extraordinaire Noelle
within the first few minutes of our arrival,


the cheers began
as guests arrived...

 

Q: Ever "spanked the monkey"?

(Effing genius coincidence captured, that...)

As for me, I danced to the phenomenal tuneage spun by D.J.s Marta & Jen,
workin' my 'Demented Barber, Circa '99...1899, That Is' accessories
for all they--and the accompanying attitude in which I came "dressed"--
were worth




(looks like SOMEONE needs a hug, hrmm?
Just call me 'Mr. Congeniality!')

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Hence the "Not My Best Look" oilslick on my gesicht


(Hand on a Merrie breast, though Mr. Gold seems unimpressed...)


Rockin' TWO TYPES OF CLEAVE...
Thanks for the mammaries, Miss Sarah Merrie!  [Ampersand.Hearts.Semicolon]

Another shot from the evening:


Kaiden as "Epic Fail: Scene 'LOL'," Stevie Ryan as a pretty version of Pee Wee Herman,
and Adam Paranoia throwin' Teen Wolf in a most serious way... 

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

And speaking of serious,
I was seriously surprised to learn that when my pal Brandon came to town for a visit
he comped me a frickin'--well, really expensive Madonna ticket.
9th row front, 3rd center of the 'T-shaped' stage
for one night
vs.
more than an entire month's rent?

Can't say I would've made that one happen myself...


* Thanks again, B! *  (I love how undeniably excited he is...)

and of course, via his iPhone
we've got


"Pics or It Didn't Happen"

O.K... so Home Skillet put on a phenomenal show.
I won't make any references about how "I would hope so"; moreover,
I'll refrain from utilizing any clichéd monikers in my commentary.
(Seriously journalists: by this point, any hack who refers to Mz. M as "The Material Girl"
should be force-fed the Oxford English Dictionary 
One. Page. At a time.)

but let me just tell you: when she threw down some
DOUBLE DUTCH... 



Well, let's just say... despite another '80s ricochet
(nod to Keith Haring notwithstanding)
I was seventeen shades of impressed.

It's no secret I've been trying to assemble my own double-dutch squad
capable of weaving our way through the ropes while
dressed in elaborate couture
for quite some time...

So until 'The Swingers' come to fruition,
I'll cease this gargantuan post with the note

What I'm really dying to know is:
Has anyone else heard the rumor that Alexander McQueen
will be designing a limited-run for Target?

They've scored some outstanding talent in the past
but McQueen?

Truly: it's a shame Isabella Blow isn't here with us
to share her thoughts on the topic

(not to mention her opinions in general--but that's a given)

And on a final rash note about fash:

Did anybody rack up any great scores among the merch available via H & M
through their collaboration via Comme Des Garcons?

I wasn't able to devote the entire morning of the 13th to waiting in line
in an attempt to score at least one piece of the instant collectibles.
(Different story altogether with the Viktor & Rolf launch from...hrmm...
Two years ago, wasn't it?)

However, thanks to my dear pal Pedro,
I didn't completely miss out on the goods
that were gone in...what?  Something like 17 minutes?

And though you might have thought it'd never happen,
this is me,
waaaay all kinds of outta here!

Clint Catalyst Wants To Know: Can YOU

Double-dutch in elaborate couture?

(an outburst on 08 14 08 — while harassing that dang Audrey Kitching during our photo shoot for the new Lipstick Prophets catalog.)

In between shots–and struggling to keep the Malibu sand out of my eyes– you’ll see I got down to some

VERY SERIOUS BUSINESS.

Gentlemen, don’t mess with me unless you can rock hardcore Viktor & Rolf, Jared Gold, Comme des Garcons, Alexander McQueen, Vivienne Westwood–and of course, hat sculptures by Philip Treacy and Stephen Jones.

While. You Navigate. The Muthrafeckin’ ropes.

After watching this clip, somehow I doubt I’ll need to “pull the crazy card” on ya… or?!

(interrobang, interrobang, interrobang)

Translated roughly?

BETCHES BETTER *BRING IT!*

[Please&ThankYou]

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Audrey Kitching, Clint Catalyst and Jared Gold Urban Runway!

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