Clint Catalyst Interview In Imago Magazine, The “Fables Issue”
December 29, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 1 Comment
Issue Four (summer/fall 2009)
Imago is distributed in Canada at Chapters and other fine booksellers.
Thanks for the Mammaries…
December 4, 2008 by Clint Catalyst · 4 Comments
LENORA CLAIRE: featuring SUPERNOVA OF THE SMALL SCREEN, ANTOINE DES CAUNES ON "ALLEZ A L.A.," A PROGRAM VENTURING 'ROUND THIS CITY OF SMOG & STARDUST BY CANAL PLUS T.V...
(DESCRIPTION POSTED ON MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL): "European megawatt Antoine De Caunes explored this strange beast we know under the name of 'Los Angeles,' and stumbled upon 'Future Cult Icon' Lenora Claire in the process. Because any fashion choice I make should be considered The Law--yes, this is sarcasm, kiddies--I was brought in to transform Antoine into the hip party-goer he's always wanted to be...whether or not he knew it. After all, Lenora's birthday soirée was just an "intimate little gathering" of her thousand most fabulous friends at none other than the Houdini Mansion. In other words, jeans and a t-shirt? Just WOULDN'T have cut it. The hand-painted suit on Mr. De Coines is a one-of-a-kind creation by TonyMech of TonyMech[dot]com, while the black-belt beauty crew responsible for his phenomenal transformation via hair and make-up is none other than Stacey Hummell, Face-Beater Extraordinaire, as well as Irene Urias and Marc Mapile of Hairroin -- the virtual locale of which is HairroinSalon[dot]com. And on me? Need I even mention the shrunken top hat was made by Creepsuela Switchletto and my own *subtle* ensemble another couture creation by Mssr. Jared Gold? Or uh, you guys kind of...CATCHING ON by this point? (Envision Appropriate Emoticon) x o x o x C l i n t"
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Snip, Clip, Scan… It’s “Show & Tell” for the 21st Century
October 17, 2008 by Clint Catalyst · 6 Comments
O.K., before I have to dial whine-one-one for the waaaahmbulance, please allow me to throw down a disclaimer in hopes that I’ll spare even a single set of phalanges out there clacking terse comments about how I “really need to post this type of information while issues are still on the newsstands…” [ad nauseum, ad nauseum; cue vomitorium]
‘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)
Tarina Tarantino’s Official Barbie Release Party
July 28, 2008 by Clint Catalyst · Leave a Comment
This news is a few days late (frickin’ deadlines…), but July 22, 2008 marks the official date for when I was “BUSTED!” (www.busteddaily.com) for my attire at Tarina Tarantino’s official Barbie doll release party. I’m a sicko; I know– but seriously: it fills my heart with glee:
A friend and I have joked that making the “Worst Dressed List” in one of those shit-rags is a lifetime goal—especially since the attire is almost always by my favorite designers—and while the site’s not on glossy pages in a grocery store check-out line, it’s one step closer…
Plus I’m with Maryse, Queen Bitch Supreme of the WWE—who’ss donning full-on retro Barbie look via a make-over by quite likely my FAVORITE designer, Jared Gold.
My pic comes up as #2 of 7… and who else made the list?
Margaret Cho
and Tarina Tarantino,
Two of my favorite people on the planet.
Proof/Pudding.
Riiiight?
The site obviously uses the term “Busted!” with a multitude of meanings, as complimentary things are written about both of them in separate areas.
All I have is my name credited, so I’m opting for “BUSTED!” in the very worst sense.
O.K., not very worst… but if you get the notion of something being ’so bad it’s good.’ then I know you know what I mean.
And um, I need to take it easy on the “naw mean,”
obviously.
For party pics that aren’t among those on WireImage et al, have fun scroll scroll scrolling below!
The event itself was back on the 17th, but I’ve been smothered beneath a succession of work– hence the tardiness.
Otherwise, here are my “Thank God! I’m Validated!” swiped-and-watermarked:
with the adorable Audrey Kitching and Rich Royal
with Madeline Zima and the phenomenal Tarina Tarantino
(not my best shot — yes, I know)
but
LOOK UPON:
Alfonso Campos, Director and Hubby to Double T
Giddle Partridge, Musician and Proud Owner of Her Own Tarina Barbie
Reyna and Beatrice, Two of the Crew of Hotties at HairroinSalon.com
Kaiden Blake, Kaila Yu, Zachattack and Kit E. Katt (of HelloDrama.net)
D.J. and Professional Walking Stick’Keith 2.0, Who Knows ALL About the Wheels of Steel!
Yeah, I Love Me Some ChoMo (Ditto on the Creepsuela Stiletto Mini Top Hats, Obviously…)
Much Admiration and Adoration for This One Here!
Kaiden Blake + Anita K = Cute, Cute, Cute!
SOMEONE is LETTING US *HAVE IT…*
Tarina and WWE Diva Maryse, Enjoying “The Barbie Lifestyle”
Lenora Claire, Self-Proclaimed “Future Cult Icon” Is Hotter Than Her Hair!
Blogature on This Duo (Katt and Kaila of Hello Drama) Coming SOON!
Can’t Forget That Jared Gold and WWE Diva Maryse (Bedecked in a JG Original, Natch)…
Before Any Inappropriate Behavior
In the Dollhouse
Has Begun!
(This blog and the contents herein have not been approved by Mattel. After the accidental ‘Gay Ken’/Cock Ring Necklace mix-up, I do not foresee Barbie having any limp-wristed sidekicks in the near future.
Bitch is still fierce, though. I ain’t hate-crimin’! ♥)
x o x o x
Clintankerous Maximus
Audrey Kitching, Clint Catalyst, Dirk Mai and…
January 23, 2008 by Clint Catalyst · 18 Comments
CHICKEN HEAD! Shot by milliner Ms. Creepsuela Switchletto herself “in medias res.”
“What’s the ‘feel’ for Creepsuela’s line of cravats and top hats?” You ask.
Fkn’ HIGH-END GOTHIC CHOLITA!
Color, cut and extensions by Irene Urias (with assistance from Luis Payne) of Hairroinsalon.com
Make-up by Bella Muerta
