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photo : Tim Jenkins
“Rest In Peace (And Jewels). . . “
I read the head-line & felt my stomach drop like a hackneyed phrase.
The style icon ” laid to rest ” by jeweler Shaun Leane
Tom Ford — but you already knew this, Y/Y?
Mildred Von Hildegard’s Twitter bio might seem terse to some, pretentious to others. Whereas in my case? This cheeky yet charming description intensified an element of intrigue and jangly-limbed anticipation for our introduction-via-collaboration this Saturday past.
Dirk Mai † Make-Up : Stacey Hummell
In a city illustrious for back-handed, capped-teeth “compliments” and unpredictable, unspoken disdain thinly disguised by a veritable check-list of publicists’ blanket statements, Hildegard’s choice for her 160-characters-or-less slot on The ‘Twits seemed fitting with the images I’d seen of her clothing designs: anachronistic — a fetish posture collar adorned with tattered lace, roses in an array of shadowy hues and elements of Victorian mourning attire; sensual — soft tattered edges, the type of attire that fingertips long to touch; unapologetic — ruched leather, straps and buckles arranged without regard to which body parts “should” or “shouldn’t” be exposed. Essentially, her handiwork is the antithesis of all that is red carpet Hollywood and relentlessly bourg.
Known to her public by the moniker Mother of London, Hildegard is a seminal talent both coveted and revered by fashion cognoscenti. Consequently, she’s rabidly hunted by L.A.’s handful of fashion-forward stylists — hence her stitch-witchery gracing the cover of the latest S Magazine [ on the explosive Juliette Lewis ], along with editorials in Numero, AnOther magazine, Bizarre, Playboy, Marquis, et al.
Said another way? While I’m unsure how many details of aforementioned ‘Secret Project’ I’m permitted to share at this juncture in time, a detail I can share is this: upon arrival at the studio, I discovered a stylist had hoarded the collar Her Mother Almightiness intended for the shoot.
Dirk Mai † Make-Up: Stacey Hummell
It’s a vicious business, fashion. All the same, we managed to share an afternoon with neither smileage nor spontaneity in short supply. Granted, the all my collaborative efforts with Mssr. Mai, each has produced its own set of explosive alchemical reactions resulting from a mixture of mysticism, madness, the Not only does The Mother corrupt traditional perceptions of fetish-wear and period costume, but she’s also adorable, donning death metal t-shirts and boundless charisma in the process.
Yes, my choice of verbiage was deliberate — just as one can be over-dressed in attitude — and yes, I hope to be swathed in her sublime regalia again in the not-too-distant future. Of more immediate import, however — particularly for those quite a distance from her L.A. showroom — I have advantageous news :
Between October 2008 and now [or, with more the 22nd of May, Two Thousand and Ten], this textile fascinatrix has posted a mere six items in her etsy shop.
Two of the six are fresh on the market, and while they’re categorized as menswear, I’d classify them as UNISEXY…
:: detailed view [ of both the handiwork and model Dylan Monroe ] ::
detachable sleeves, made of 100% vegan faux ostrich texturized leatherette
Grab your credit cards while you can, style fiends. Who knows how long it’ll be till the next opportunity presents itself…
I’m vergin’ on a
With special thanks to Nixon Sixx for casting such an adorable spokesmodel
in this, THE SEVENTH PRIZE RIBBON among
the JARED GOLD/CLINT CATALYST CO-BRANDED MERCHANDISE—
a ‘site exclusive’ for the illustrious
Matter of fact, the HMacabre skeleton crew has assembled an on-line boutique
for the erudite enthusiast of shadowed fineries who’s privy to the fact that
one need not spend a million bucks to look like it.
Before my A.D.D.-addled ass has a chance to bifurcate off into scatter-shot territory,
I need to provide the following info —of—
O.K., then Next:
Look upon a few shop highlights for the darkly inclined, such as
the obscenely affordable black smoke leggings,
as well as
another collaborative effort with
the gents and ¢ommon ¢ent$ in mind…
(Go ahead & fling the slab of Velveeta at me over that one—I’ll cop the rationale of Twi-hards in my defense: “I don’t know how it happened! I must’ve been roofied or something, ’cause my taste level—I mean, my defenses—were down. Really: I’m really much cooler than that!” )
All the same, THIS FINE ITEM
is most right-on, indeed!
The offspring of joined forces: Haute Macabre with Cyberoptix
(a company worthy its own blog post, truth be told…)
:: rad ties & cravats ::
paired with retinal candy such as the following
drool-worthy [OOPS] impeccable display of DNA at its finest?
Well, since I’m “already here,” so to speak,
I figured I might as well share…
Since, you know: there’s a more-than-decent chance I’ll be ogling their URL
Hrmm. Did you guys hear something?
But of course!
Furtive whispers from Thee Cult Ov Thee Fashion-Forward
state the obvious
(That is—for any devotee of Haute Macabre or mine owne Dot Com):
BAM! Be it
xx or xy,
THIS. IS. UNISEXY.
Sound like a challenge you might be into?
We’re looking for one dedicated fashionista to join our troupe with the Jared Gold Renegade Tour this Fall. If you are awarded the
Experience the luxeness of one month on the road traveling with Jared’s Renegade Tour… The Lights! The Magic The Mystery, The
Hello, All You “4OJ” Burn-Outs, Shut-Ins, and What-Have’s!
Looks like it took a few weeks for word of this post to make the “Forwarding” rounds to my grubby little paws,
But considering the Altitude T.V. footage was shot around 9 months ago?
Ain’t even angry…
Ain’t even angry at all!
(Thanks for culling this one out of countless YouTube clips, Flavorpill!)
Fashion Police celebrate the L.A. Hipster
Hipsters get a pretty rough reception sometimes from mainstream culture, but this video shows the outrageous Clint Catalyst and Jayme Foxx boldly celebrating the errant ways of the LA hipster clan. You’ll love to hate them, yet begrudgingly agree with their Fashion Don’ts, and they’ll love you right back… after all irony is so in right now.
First off, thanks to all of you wherever who did whatever, whenever that made my imdb stats jump so high this week. I don’t know if it’s a result of my presence in the *(cough! cough!)* “Celebrity Lifestyle’ issue of Wedding Dresses magazine that came out earlier this month. I mean, I knew that was a mainstream fluke… I just didn’t expect to see it, well, just about everywhere. Especially, say—on a shopping excursion at 3 a.m. for Redi-Whip at Ralph’s.
Then again, I also didn’t anticipate going from having three cameras in my possession to none in the span of a week and a half.
As with anything in my life, it seems I have to learn my lessons the hardest way imaginable. Rather than talk about despair (I mean, please—how many years was I Too Goth To Handle? There’s only so long I can go around having a bad time everywhere!), I’m just gonna “suck it up’ and buy a Canon that’s been recommended.
So…since I don’t have any “exclusive’ photos at the moment, I figured:
Why not post about some of my current obsessions?
Today I’m diggin’ on…
The debut issue of Japanese Men’s Vogue:
(Here’s a peek at a forthcoming editorial… on par with American Men’s Vogue, right? Riiiiiiiight):
A runway look from a while back that’s haunting me in the best way imaginable…
Somebody. Help me. Please!
Who’s responsible for this stroke of slick black genius?
Then– of course, what’s a little…screen-saver/site-scan shopping?
Granted, I can’t fight off the lyrics that come to mind of someone who truly understands the meaning of the word irony: Lily Allen. Her demo “I Don’t Know” is such a strychnine-soaked smiley-faced commentary on contemporary society; rarely a day goes by that the sardonic lyrics don’t get queued up on the ol’ iPod.
Despite the cadence that resonates through lines like:
“I am a weapon of massive consumption/
It’s not my fault/it’s how I’m programmed to function…”
Here’s where I succumb to that which I
COVET (cause I just plain)
Spot-Check These Finds Among My “Wish List of the Moment”…
Toy Me’s Silver Scissor Cuff:
Citizen Citizen’s Shoplifter Tote Bag: