(Oh, and about that ‘new release’? I’m getting a bit impatient myself, thankyouverymuch…)

In “Styled Child,” Alex Cho provides the A, B, C or D for this Q & A…

True, true: Not a publication in which I imagined I’d ever appear—

Which made seeing it on shelves at the grocery store that much more surreal and exciting!

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Can/Would/Could/Do you DIGG!?

(To Do So, It’s As Easy AS Clicking The “Digg” Hyper-Link Listed Above…
please and thank you!)

♥
CCx

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!)

(Click On A Page To Make It Larger)

:: Additional Info :: After The Jump ::

Photography:  Dirk Mai (images one, three and four)

(second image): Sasha Sheldon for Lipstick Prophets, magazine/catalog #one

Cut, Color & Extensions: Irene Urias of Hairroin Salon

Wardrobe, Make-Up & Styling — image four: Jared Gold

Many Thanks to Fawn Neun and Kim Acrylic of The Battered Suitcase Journal of Art and Fiction

Friday, August 2, 2002, 8am

Featured as an author who’s a “Weight Watchers success story.” Not even jokin’…

Watch the Video

HBO: Sex Bytes

Episode 2.1
Appeared as myself, modeling for both custom latex meisters So Hip It Hurts and Dark Garden Corsetry

Discovery Channel: Beyond Bizarre

Episode 7
Available to order from Direct Video

VH1: Sound Affects

Feature & interview
For this show, I was interviewed about a song that has had a profound affect on my development/in my life. My choice? “Smalltown Boy” by Bronski Beat. I have quite an extended anecdote re: this piece–after all, I grew up on a gravel road in Arkansaw…

Da ALI G Show

Episode #4, “Art/Media”
I’m in this for something like a nanosecond. Seriously. Blink and you will miss me.

Femme TV

Featured interview
July 98 episode

Performed “Flouncing About” and accidentally caught show hostess Machiko Saito’s dress on fire with my cigarette! (no lie — and precisely why editors left the footage in).

Strange Universe

Interview regarding my duties hosting “Roderick’s Chamber,” modeling for Charles Gatewood, Gothy Goth Goth stuff.

Entertainment Tonight

A feature on Rob Schneider from SNL and Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo, which includes a visit to a nightclub where I was a designated host for the evening. There’s a scene in which Schneider happens upon me sitting with his mother, as she “casually” flips through a album full of his childhood photos. The location + my appearance at the time = wherein the humor lies…

The First Cut

Episode about Ye Olde ‘G’ Word, in which I’m interviewed at Roderick’s. Maing, do I ever wish I still had a VHS copy of this one; nothing about the show is listed on IMDB whatsoever.

‘Cause hey—guess what?

I really need to post this shit in a more expeditious manner, man.

Just so happens that–ahem–I might very well have a few issues of my own to deal with. (One of which is the preposition by which the previous sentence just ended, dangling like an unworn pair of silver Les Chiffoniers’ leggings aching for the latest Girl of the Moment to slide into them before dashing out to paint the town bloodshot. It’s as inherent a pairing as Edie Segwick hopped-up on a fistful of whites and having her coiff spray painted Just For The F Of It while donning Balenciaga originials. What other lack of logic explains the perfect sense it makes to purchase what’s essentially a thick pair of pantyhose with a thousand dollar price tag? Not really…but REALLY, babes.)

But oh, that’s but a footnote of damage from a former version of myself in which I worked as a technical writer. A footnote among essays within archives buried deep inside some virtual boneyard we’ll call The Chronicles of the Clintasaurus and opt to visit some other time just dust our hands of it.

.kthanxbai.

At least all this self-aggrandizing material is contained within a single post. Couldn’t give two turds about what ‘they’ might have said about me?

Scroll on; scroll on!

“Does Not Exist.”

What does exist, nonetheless, on the other acrylic claw:

Recent media in which I appear–sometimes but a smidgen; luckier instances full effing-on.

For instance, the following pic and mention in H Magazine is a case of what might be deemed “peripheral press.” Or, to utilize the vernacular of savvy SoCal realtors in sensible shoes: an “adjacent feature.”

And insofar as my image—the look I ‘turned out’* for bits and pieces of my soul to be sacrificed via Glenn’s manipulation of the bulky/beautiful Polaroid Big Shot favored by Warhol himself?

*’turned out’ by no means appropriating cred as if this was my own creation! Au contraire, it was the make-up of Stacey Humell; the cut/color/extensions of scissormeister Irene Urias of Hairroin, Hollywood’s hottest salon (www.hairroinsalon.com), and–excluding the Westwood brooch–another cerebellum-melding, history-making, custom couture creation by the genius Jared Gold

(moving right along…)

Big deal if I’m “giving away too many of my secrets” by sharing this delicious little inside joke—it friggin’ slaughters me how many people took the ‘pomp and pout’ of the picture at face value. I mean, if I’m going to rock an outfit, hair and make-up that ostentatious… how could I not get “in character”?

What ELSE would I do? Smile like a politician and “compassionately” hold a stranger’s baby?

And in the meantime, reword “Let Them Eat Cake” into something more…inclusive…in tone?

yeahRIIIGHT.

It’s like this: one wink or nudge of the elbow during the Polaroid shoot, or Nhat Nguyen’s studio takes thereafter in which I “amped the prance” so high; by foppish standards it was even off-the-charts, or even a single word cluing in ‘The Children’ a la Interwebz? (No worries now: it’s been months… and while it’s a hasty generalization, yes: gnats have better attention spans than they do, for the most part.)

Let’s face the music, sweetcheeks:

Simply wouldn’ta worked.

Art versus Artifice // Appearance versus Reality // Truth Revealed Through a Guise // Everything Is “Real”—Though What Of It Is Lies?

So many motifs swirling around in my head like a majorette’s glitter-fringed baton at half-time…

Yet all of them beg the question, it seems:

Exactly who or what is this ‘Clint Catalyst’ supposed to be, anyway?

And why would it even matter if he (and I) weren’t among the ‘Lucky Ones’ in Flaunt magazine, issue 96?

I’ll tell ya what it was like when I spot-checked the (who cares if it’s a mere thumb-nail sized) pic, standing there, thumbing through the pricey pages in the Echo Park 7-11:

the second I saw my little powder blue top hat (by L.A.’s premier Gothic Cholita, Creepsuela Switchletto: “big ups” to my shiv-wieldin’ glamour sis), I felt a surge of validation sweep over me like the frost-bitten clouds fleeing a freezer behind me as some nameless faceless customer opened then sealed shut the door.

No doubt this earth-shattering, molar-splitting, life-changing moment is fraught with layers of meaning… but c’mon, isn’t everything? (Unless, of course, it’s deconstructed to the bloodless core of nothingness—but that’s so Small-Town-Liberal-Arts-School-Curriculum-For-30K+-A-Year-Of-Make-Believe, I’d rather just ‘keep it real’ and say

Mostest Massive thanks to Photographer Melissa Manning and Flaunt magazine!

Shit you nunca, y’all: that was wickedcool of you, and was “Really Saying Something…”

[Fun.Boy.Three.From.This.One.Here.]

Verbose? Hell yes. I conquer “tl;dr” pussywillows one paragraph at a time—deal with it, or head off for culturally-stimulating activities like an episode of “Cops” or a Budweiser-fueled swirly-go-’round-and-then-down on the Sunset Strip’s Mechanical Bull.

“I.D.G.I,” arseholians. (Said, of course, with the deepest affection…)

Besides: this is kind of like, my diary…yo?

All the same, there’s somethin’ I gotta tell you, though: the printwork I’m most stoked about as of late is a two-page editorial in the latest Lipstick Prophets catalog/magazine.

Here’s one of the images from the spread…

Copies are available through LipstickProphets.com for a scant 2 1/2 bones — and that’s with free shipping and handling, dearlings.

With the American economy in the shitter as it is, at least somebody’s followed my lead regarding “Other Humanitarian Acts That Require Little or No Effort.”

The Clint’s Notes version?

Have passport; will travel. ‘Handling’ is subjective terminology best discussed in lush, exotic locales—and, as with everything else in life, varies from individual to individual (all the while assured that we’re treated equally: It is, after all, the American Way!).

Air Kisses and Ass Kissing,

CC “Giving You” L.A.

in the best of

worst of

ways

(and vice-versa)