Hardcore Delirious/Deleterious Glamour

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:: Downtown Los Angeles, 7th & San Pedro ::

Audz and me, just hangin’ with all the
Baseheads sippin’ with cracked lips from
Brown papered-bottles of Night Train, and
Eric Kroll and his crew…

Since 'The Boys' and he hauled Irene's chair downstairs, I guess my look turned
Bloodthirsty barber taking "walk-in"--or rather, walk up?--clients
on the sidewalk...

As I stated in another post, howevs:

Nada biggie.

Just another day in the Chronciles of Clint, matter of fact.

:: cue latex-clad emoticon here ::

Plus, I was stoked to be photographed by the fetishmeister
after all these years, truth be told...

I've seen him listed as 'the most famous fetish photographer alive,'
and I can't say I'd argue.  I mean, images from his book Fetish Girls were even
made into postcards I remember seeing in airports, for feck's sake.

That book--along with other published works of his--has been on
many a coffee table I've encountered over the years.

Whatever the case with this eve, it was an "encounter," that's for sure!

(I think he meant "wooes," but it's funnier this way--
as in, I'm givin' her Woe Is Me...)

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“tl;dr” Overdrive…

Yes, I wore the soles off my 20-e Doc's many an eve
dancing to the 12" mix of Ministry's "Everyday is Halloween"
in back-alley nightclubs where I was years away from years from
being 'of age' to attend in the first place

(translation: the main thing that made it fun--
or at least that's how it seems, looking back)

back in ancient history, also known as
my bereaved degenerate youth 

 I've been revisiting some of the more
 dynamic moments from what could aptly be filed away in memory
as 'The Clintagious Chronicles' due to
the current book project on which I've been working

Degeneracy: A Love Letter.

// R.I.P., oh Long Lost Love...despite the toxic goulash of highlights,
lowlifes and embarrassingly awkward good times, how
exhilarating it seems your freedom was // 

Whatever the case, here's a recent update "from the set,"
featuring the inimitable beauty of actress/model Mageina Tovah
in the first of her two looks for the day: 




Copious detail/commentary is provided on the clip's YouTube page,
including info on the other peeps present who
deserve some serious 'propers' of their own.
(Irene Urias from Hairroin Salon, Genevive Lamb from Dior, and
of course my co-conspirator, Amanda Brooks:
childhood f(r)iend/former 'partner in crime'-turned-responsible mom)

Maendi and I lived by the edict that everyday presented
a new opportunity: the chance to become whomever/whatever we want
by dressing up.

To this day, I'm a tremendous advocate of the belief--
I mean, it was a mere three weeks ago, yet
I'm already missing Halloween.

With an outfit as genius as what Jared Gold concocted me,
how could I not?

 

and for the more detail-obsessed
FASHION DIE-HARDS OUT THERE,
here's a considerably more comprehensive 5 minute clip in which
The Master of Delicate Decadence
shares everything from the costume's "reveal"
to secret compartments ensconced within: 

 

As for All Hallow's Eve 'proper,'

I gotta tell ya: generally speaking,
I was stoked to see so many
Alice in Wonderland
characters runnin' around...
There were a slew of them both at the 'Bitches Brew' party

as well as a hearty smattering of Mad Hatters afterwards
when we hit the Brite Spot
for some "fine" (enough) dining.

Seriously now: being a "Glad Hatter" myself--how could I not adore them?

Despite accusations that I'm a 'camera whore,' (harumph!)
there aren't many pictures of me from the evening.
I managed to snap one of that dang adorable little Janine Jarman and
face-beater extraordinaire Noelle
within the first few minutes of our arrival,


the cheers began
as guests arrived...

 

Q: Ever "spanked the monkey"?

(Effing genius coincidence captured, that...)

As for me, I danced to the phenomenal tuneage spun by D.J.s Marta & Jen,
workin' my 'Demented Barber, Circa '99...1899, That Is' accessories
for all they--and the accompanying attitude in which I came "dressed"--
were worth




(looks like SOMEONE needs a hug, hrmm?
Just call me 'Mr. Congeniality!')

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Hence the "Not My Best Look" oilslick on my gesicht


(Hand on a Merrie breast, though Mr. Gold seems unimpressed...)


Rockin' TWO TYPES OF CLEAVE...
Thanks for the mammaries, Miss Sarah Merrie!  [Ampersand.Hearts.Semicolon]

Another shot from the evening:


Kaiden as "Epic Fail: Scene 'LOL'," Stevie Ryan as a pretty version of Pee Wee Herman,
and Adam Paranoia throwin' Teen Wolf in a most serious way... 

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

And speaking of serious,
I was seriously surprised to learn that when my pal Brandon came to town for a visit
he comped me a frickin'--well, really expensive Madonna ticket.
9th row front, 3rd center of the 'T-shaped' stage
for one night
vs.
more than an entire month's rent?

Can't say I would've made that one happen myself...


* Thanks again, B! *  (I love how undeniably excited he is...)

and of course, via his iPhone
we've got


"Pics or It Didn't Happen"

O.K... so Home Skillet put on a phenomenal show.
I won't make any references about how "I would hope so"; moreover,
I'll refrain from utilizing any clichéd monikers in my commentary.
(Seriously journalists: by this point, any hack who refers to Mz. M as "The Material Girl"
should be force-fed the Oxford English Dictionary 
One. Page. At a time.)

but let me just tell you: when she threw down some
DOUBLE DUTCH... 



Well, let's just say... despite another '80s ricochet
(nod to Keith Haring notwithstanding)
I was seventeen shades of impressed.

It's no secret I've been trying to assemble my own double-dutch squad
capable of weaving our way through the ropes while
dressed in elaborate couture
for quite some time...

So until 'The Swingers' come to fruition,
I'll cease this gargantuan post with the note

What I'm really dying to know is:
Has anyone else heard the rumor that Alexander McQueen
will be designing a limited-run for Target?

They've scored some outstanding talent in the past
but McQueen?

Truly: it's a shame Isabella Blow isn't here with us
to share her thoughts on the topic

(not to mention her opinions in general--but that's a given)

And on a final rash note about fash:

Did anybody rack up any great scores among the merch available via H & M
through their collaboration via Comme Des Garcons?

I wasn't able to devote the entire morning of the 13th to waiting in line
in an attempt to score at least one piece of the instant collectibles.
(Different story altogether with the Viktor & Rolf launch from...hrmm...
Two years ago, wasn't it?)

However, thanks to my dear pal Pedro,
I didn't completely miss out on the goods
that were gone in...what?  Something like 17 minutes?

And though you might have thought it'd never happen,
this is me,
waaaay all kinds of outta here!

Jared Gold Reveals Halloween Costume to Clint Catalyst Pt 1

There’s some unfortunate ‘angles’ of me in this one (umm, yeah HI: Fatty McFatterson much?), but I’m determined to get the F over myself and showcase the details of Jared’s inimitable genius.

*THIS IS THE LONGER OF THE TWO VIDEO CLIPS, BUT SHOULD BE DROOL-WORTHY FOR FASHION FIENDS WHO APPRECIATE ATTENTION TO INTRICATE DETAIL.*

What I requested? (Translation = “what [the customer] ordered?”)

Bloodthirsty barber, circa ‘99…
1899, that is.

Not “Sweeny Todd” specific, as

a) I can’t sing,

b) Look like a dungheap compared to Johnny Depp (since most folks associate the Sweenster with J.D. due to the most recent ‘take’ on Mr. Todd),

and

c) Wouldn’t want to be confined to a barber shop.

I mean, REALLY.

I’m uber-fagatronic in this footage– but hey, just another trait I’ve gotta ‘own,’ maing.

Besides, what’s key here is the CLOTHING…and accoutrements. // DIG IT
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Jared Gold Reveals Halloween Costume to Clint Catalyst Pt 2

A considerably shorter clip — this one’s about the PSYCHOTIC “COMPLETE LOOK”

ready
for
action!

Halloween 2008:

[Bloody.Kisses.&.Black.Lollipops]
- clintcatalyst