What? Like, You Thought I’d Forgotten Or Something?
No such luck.
I’m just a tease.
Wait–SCRATCH! I’ve just been holding back to make this post “stand out from the pack.”
Yeah, that’s it…
Actually, since “L.A. Fashion Week” happened in various mutations this fall–What do we have now…three per season? Can’t. Keep. Up.–I thought it might be nice to take a look back at runway shots from the
One moment I’m in Iowa working with my comrades Dustin and Brian of Novice Industries; the next, I’m rushing to hair and make-up with my pal Aldo o’ the Vento.
(DISCLAIMER: *Please note that when I sat down to write this entry, I intended to “hot-link” each and every applicable mention. However, as one whom is technologically-challenged, reason had to over-rule that lofty notion upon realization that if I wanted to actually publish the &#$%ing blogature before Christmas, I was gonna have to Leave The Ideals To Plato. In other words, feel free to zap me an email if I provided a broken link, or none at all where you’d like there to be. Scout’s honor: there was noShade cast here with any deliberation! Capiche? Mmm-kay, back to business then; thanks…)
Aldo volunteered his services to help me out with door duty, which proved itself much needed the moment we went from what was intended as a brief session of “helloing”–as pictured below, kicking off the evening with the lovelyJenelle Rensch, graphic design wiz (and incidentally the mastermind responsible for my CC logo in its final incarnation),Mr.Aldo VentoHimselfness, model and co-star with me in Matthew Mishory’s film “Delphinum: A Childhood Portrait of Derek Jarman,” which is currently winding its way about the international film festival circuit(the world premiere of which was 5 September 2009, at thePortobello Film Festival in London):
and, you know, a familiar face, I suppose… shifting from Prancy, Postured, Poised–to
Any semblance of order and ‘proper’ decorum
Tossed out the window like last week’s copy of Us Weekly when
Bummer we couldn’t get her 12 year old brother past security, but…well, he’s 12.
(Even compared to my own track record, that’s 4 years before I began to hustle my way into clubs– And look how I turned out!)
A cautionary tale? (Y/Y?)
As rabid “90210″ fanatics attempted to claw their way towards the living, breathing version of “Naomi” they recognized from their living rooms, I did my best to sneak the party of pretty-pretties into the inner sanctum: a seated area complete with really good ‘Goodie Bags’–sponsored by Janome sewing machines, Fiji water, Tarina Tarantino jewelry, Amtrak, Josie Cotton, and Sebastian Hair Care Products–
as well as the precise locale where soon enough, leather metallic fabric ∞ stitching nipped and tailored ∞ silkscreened paintings ∞ tricked-out hair with neon nets ∞ make-up more surreal than real world , and the spirit of unfettered creativity and unapologetic flamboyance
RULED. (And how!)
After all, why was everyone at the Social Club?
TheMOSTCORRECT RUNWAY DEBUT of the retina-shattering, cardiac arrest-inducing, sensory-overloading atelier extraordinaire
rockin’ some ‘tude, with pop legend Josie Cotton (L) and me
(Is it obvious I’m L-O-V-I-N-G the custom jacket Jared created?)
Carelessly tossing any accusations of “obsequious” over the shoulder like the Latest!Fashion!Craze!– “Fashion is for those who have yet to understand ’style’”– here’s what it boils down to at the carnival’s end: my first interaction with Mssr. Gold hearkens back to a bleak time in American history. We met shortly after his 2001 debut in Manhattan on September the 10th, an inauspicious moment for anyone to premiere clothing design, as it transpired mere hours before the atrocity known as 9/11.
Eight years have passed in the interim, and still: the creative outpourings of this inimitable virtuoso never cease to amaze me.
That being said, it should come as no surprise that for his collaborative effort with visual artist
Simply put, Mr.Petker’s paintings are most God, indeed. Over the span of the last few years, I’ve admired his murky-canvased beauties from afar (and might have, well, you know …”peeked in” on a certain Cahuenga Blvd gallery show)– so when the opportunity presented itself this Christmas past, I was stoked to make his acquaintance and bear witness to a bit of the brainstorms and dark-clouded creative rumblings between these two masterminds.
Hence, please allow me to present
A preview before the Gold versus Petker mash-up, for those of who might not be acquainted with the work of this inventive gentleman:
from 2008,
two images pilfered from an interview in the art-blog equivalent of masticating a corpus callosum
“[Petker's] work is like that girl you know will destroy you but somehow you just can’t resist.”
- Manuel Bello
(Entitled “Hunting For Witches,” this one SLAUGHTERS me…Slaughters me, Maing!)
(and above: from 2009, one of Petker’s most recent watercolors)
Fine art from a fine fellow…Petker has not only become one of my favorite contemporary artists, but he’s also just about one of the kindest dudes you could meet. (And I say ‘dude,’ as he is very much one, indeed—but I mean that in the absolute best sense of the sports-obsessed, beer-swilling sense of the word. I hope I’m communicating that effectively!?)
At any rate, speaking of ‘fine’—there was no shortage of squealing over Twilight’s hunkasaurus
among the crowd at theGold versus Petker extravaganza.
Full disclosure: I’ve never seen Twilight , nor have I read any of the books. Said another way? I wasn’t aware Who He Is—but not to worry…it’s not as if frenetic whispering girls and paparazzi flashbulbs going pop! were in short supply.
Short of the long? Mr. Lutz was a complete gentleman: there was none of the “Don’t You Know Who…” routine that’s as played-out as clunky monster boots. (Seriously, kids? Just. Don’t.) Equal parts accessible any coy, Lutz maintained a genteel decorum I often refer to as From The School of ‘Leave-Them-Longing.’
A rare trait in today’s tabloid-congested society, unfortunately. With yellow journalism the norm rather than the exception, these days it’s as if the lump sum of Tinseltown’s silver lining is tinged with rust.
I mean, let’s face it: once one is inundated with images of our ’stars’ being— well, — as flawed and human as the rest of us? There’s a natural tendency for audience members to be less willing to accept Coleridge’s “Willing Suspension of Disbelief” in terms of an implausible premise.
However, the academic vernacular? Hereby duly noted. (Apologies for the yawnage, please.&.thanks!)
Instead, a shifting of gears to that hotness known as AnnaLynne. As for The CW’s “90210,” I did, in fact, see the two-hour premiere—though can’t say I remember much about the episode other than Cory Kennedy and Mark The Cobra Snake’s cameo appearance.
*Appearances? I’ve been staring at this blue screen far too long, I’m afraid.
Whatever the case, congrats to the duo—both of whom have graduated from their former status as ‘fixtures’ among L.A.’s nightlife to full-fledged international phenomenons quite successfully.
As for AnnaLynne, her role as Eden Lord in Nip/Tuck’s fifth season was no mere incident of (envision air quotes) scene-stealing; it nabbed the entire season. Seriously? But seriously… Upon discovery of her 2009 win as “Greatest Break-Through Talent” at the Teen Choice Awards, my opine is succinct: well-deserved.
Oh yes…and since this is a city fueled by the mythic power of Celebrity,
pictured here with the Cute-As-They-Come Kim Bruder
More images await “beneath the cut…”
However, since both the event and amount of photos collected –cough!STOLEN cough!–is of epic proportions, I’ve decided to divvy the lot up into three parts: Before The Madness (on which your gaze is fixed at this moment), Petker’s Paintings In Stiletto Pumps (the catwalk-stalking and crowd-gawking), and Dance.Music.Sweat.Romance (the after-party).
That being stated, Please! Click Away– for More Gore Gore Gorgeousness…
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(Never mind the clichés of “better late…” nor excuses placing blame on technology. Here’s a different take–first-person and personal–and it’s happening NOW. // Said another way? It’s as current as that waft of air just inhaled, as immediate as a favorite fable. There are news feeds, and then there is that which feeds itself. And so this story goes, its entrance grand and by way of royal proclamation):
A diverse smattering of “Dorothy”s rockin’ blue-and-white gingham,
Camera flashes going POP! ~pop!~ POW!
(Massive thanks again, L.A. Times!)
A seven-story tall hot air balloon, flames lapping at the mouth of the nylon envelope
buoyant and bursting with color: its print
that of the classic Oz line-up
(Scarecrow, Tin-Man, Dorothy, Lion–and of course, little Toto!)
An outpouring of music, lyrics weaving their way through
the well-dressed crowd’s heightened conversations
“Did you see Kristen Cavallari?”” // actually, nope: I didn’t…but thanks all the same //
Syncopation and scents of appetizers in-the-making
A supreme delight: olfactory artistry
And in lieu of a red carpet?
True to the advice given by Glenda, the Good Witch–
yellow
was the hue to be followed…
It wasn’t until the soirée was winding down a bit
that the thought entered my thick skull
I had a camera of my own in my trusty black rubber “murse.”
And what better interrobang to provide that impetus than the devastating beauty
Debi Mazar
Actress and current model in the Double T’s “My Pretty” catalog
(She plays the Wicked Witch to Kelly Osborne’s take on That Girl From Kansas)
Ms. Mazar, I discovered, has another endeavor among her list of accolades:
Turns out Miss Thing “gets a little Bloggy” on her own…
Even better? The site is by no means what came to mind when she shared the news with me…
How nice it is to genuinely be ‘taken aback’ by anything!
(Yes, SERIOUSLY—being jaded is as played-out as ‘Millennial Entitlement,’
amateur scenotypes [Mickey Mouse ears or down-market "I'm-So-Sweet" photo shoots involving cupcakes? DNW]
or–in my case–the mini-top hat. 2007 was 2007 for a reason, “kthanx.”)
A COOKING SITE?
Considering her main profession doesn’t often associate women with food,
To find out she [GASP!] not only eats, but also enjoys preparing the dishes?
