Clint Catalyst

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[ Downtown Los Angeles, 7th & San Pedro ]

Audz and me : just hangin’ with the Baseheads, sippin’ with cracked lips
from brown papered-bottles of Night Train . . . Oh yeah!
And, uh, Eric Kroll and his crew

Once The Boys and he hauled Irene’s chair downstairs, I suppose my look turned Bloodthirsty-Barber-Accepting-”Walk-In” — or rather, walk up? — Clients. Said another way? The Baseheads wandered a bit too close to our ‘home base.’ Sidewalk or nay, they were getting a bit too . . . interactive in our production. Mumbling from afar quickly progressed regressed into spittle proximity, so when Mr. Kroll urged me all mad cazh to Turn Up My Crazy, well . . . I amped it to about an 11. In case you were wondering? Flailing 14″ shears are an effective prop if one is aiming for 5150 territory. [ Cue latex-clad emoticon, kplzthnx ]

Sure, out-kooking-the-kooks has its own entertainment value — but I was stoked to be photographed by the fetish-meister after so many years, truth be told. I’ve seen him listed as ‘the most famous fetish photographer alive,’ and I can’t say I’d argue. I mean : images from his book Fetish Girls were made into postcards I remember seeing in airports, for F’s sake.

That tome of T & A — along with several other of his published works — has been on many a coffee table I’ve encountered over the years.

Short of the long? Whatever the case with this eve : it was an “encounter” ; that’s for sure!

[ I think he meant "wooes," but it's funnier this way — as in, I'm givin' her Woe Is Me... ]

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The Threads : Custom Designs by Jared Gold
Hair Extensions, Cut, Color, Style [ both Audz and me ] : Irene Urias of Hairroin Salon

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