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UNLIKE THAT ENGORGED NIP BLINKING A MESSAGE OF
“TOUCH ME/TWEAK ME/C’MON FREAK ME, BABY” IN [ WH ]ORSE CODE
The Following Info? Bitch, Don’t Get It Twisted. . .
Said another way?
No, I’m not providing marked time codes as any sort of encouragement to
“just fast-forward to [my] section.” If I were that much of an egomaniac,
I’d have—oh, I don’t know—assaulted you countless times via Facebook
messages [ HATE. THOSE! ] & event invites for The Adonis Factor‘s
4 pm time slot among the airwaves, this Sunday past. . .
On the contrary, the [ forthcoming ] digits have been designated
for those who might be skimming this text &—at the moment—have but a few minutes to spare.
IN SUCH AN INSTANCE, HOWEVER, THE IDEA
IS THAT YOU’LL RETURN WHEN CHANCE PRESENTS.
Not only am I grateful to have been chosen as an interviewee for this film with such timely subject matter,
but I also want to formally express my thanks to the scribes who’ve included me in reviews :
those in which I’m mentioned by name or [ somewhat ]reasonable facsimilie ,
as well as references to me by archetype, regardless of phrasing.
All the clichés about “the ugly side of being beautiful,” a director’s “unflinching gaze” [ homophone much? ] :
they’re all applicable—as are the strong reactions Hines’ investigation provokes.
[ one example ] :
“‘If you’re gonna be gay, you’re just gonna have to experience the wrath of the A crowd,’
one perfect 10 in search of an 11 attests.
Some of us are just too allergic to house music to hazard that . . .”
“Whoever said opposites attract clearly never went to the Folsom Street Fair, where every body type
runs in packs of two (or several). Sure, mom said looks aren’t everything. But was she a gay man?
It’s brutal out there. Combine a sophisticated, compartmentalized urban gay scene
like San Francisco’s own with the Internet’s heightened judging-book-by-cover —
no actual book reading implied — and you’ve got a recipe for looks obsessiveness
that can snare even the safely off-market.”
To which filmmaker Christopher Hines counters, via
interview with Edge New York :
“The point of the film is that we’re men. We’re not going to hold hands and sing ’Kumbaya’
and just all be nice to each other.”
Touché, Mssr. Hines. . . Touché!
That being stated, my Q & A [ conducted on a sweltering summer afternoon, sans the luxury
of air conditioning—hence the Yes-I-Know-I-Could-Moonlight-at-KFC, Honey /
Ain't-No-Need-To-Mention-My-Mug-Being-Beyond-"Dewy" look ]
is nestled within the
25:17 — 28:37
time frame.
If you can survive the commercials
[ we're all impatient, so don't even consider visiting that territory—
same as the unedited, 30 minute longer version with extras: convenience is a privilege, not a 'right' ]
:: Joie de Vivre ::
an editorial of Gareth Pugh‘s oil-slick, sicker-than-ever Autumn 2010/Winter 2011 collection
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:: whew! ::
That being stated, for the rest of us?
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Mildred Von Hildegard’s Twitter bio might seem terse to some, pretentious to others. Whereas in my case? The concise and brutally honest description made me that much more intrigued about meeting and collaborating with her this Saturday past.
I Don’t Do ‘Friendly’ ☀ Photo: 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 section 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, I can tell you this: upon arrival at the studio, I discovered a stylist had hoarded the collar Mother intended for the shoot.
The nerve. All the same, we had an excellent afternoon. Not only does The Mother corrupt traditional perceptions of fetishwear and period costume, she’s also adorable, donning death metal t-shirts and boundless charisma while doing so.
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 & now (‘now’ being this 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, & while they’re categorized as menswear, I’d classify them as UNISEXY…
(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!” )
Thanks to a number of friends aware of my affinity-bordering-on-obsession with actress and mega-model Kristen McMenamy, my in-box has been bombarded with .jpegs and .tiffs offering peeks into her latest performance: that of the ‘centerpiece’ for Viktor & Rolf‘s AW 2010/11 collection during Paris Women’s Fashion Week.
March 6, 2010 at Espace Ephemere Tuileries
:: The “Glamour Factory” as presented by Viktor Horsting and Rolf Snoeren ::
one conveyor belt, two brilliant designers
ten layers of garments, their Ready-To-Wear collection
stripped off the show’s “leading lady,” piece by piece
oftentimes turning them inside out—before
dressing one of the walking-sticks models awaiting.
& then? the inverse:
each wearing black leather caps, sunglasses, their hair pulled back
top models, yes: but in this context,
all just “part of the machinery.”
Replicas.
:: & note :: the dress :: becomes a behemoth Elizabethan collar ::
At the time in which this interview was conducted, I didn’t exactly have an unbiased point-of-view.
Friends of mine had recently been laid off—a common occurrence in businesses when things like a “merger” occur… but wounds were still fresh, so to speak. If not theirs—well, then mine, out of camaraderie.
Rather than call attention to the negative, I hope you’ll be able to apply the aforementioned statement in any instances where it might be [AHEM!] applicable. As in: flagrantly.
Oh, &…it’s taken numerous attempts for my embarrassingly low-tech ass to get this archived Q & A to post within WP’s established parameters.
:: claws & any other applicable appendages hereby crossed —with— massive thanks to Josh Rotter & Gay.com! ::
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.
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…
