FAIR / FORE WARNING : IMAGES “BENEATH THE CUT” ARE NSFW
Auxiliary = alternative, supplementary, to provide what is missing, to give support
from the site page:
“The August/September issue is the eleventh issue of Auxiliary, a magazine dedicated to alternative fashion, music, and lifestyle. This issue is packed with interviews, including Android Lust, Nina Flowers of RuPaul’s Drag Race, Michael Swaim of Cracked.com, and Andy Deane of Bella Morte. The issue also contains a military inspired fashion editorial, a beauty editorial that will teach you to get smart, a style editorial guide to wearing harnesses, a mod inspired style feature, and editorials from two notable writers, Clint Catalyst* and Grumpy Owl. It also features DJ picks from Volvox, a beauty feature on how to achieve the look of a 2026 starlet, and fashion by Steam Trunk, Cyberoptix TieLab, Dace, S&G, Skingraft, Fluevog, Audra Jean, Garbage Dress, EC Star, Steady, and much much more.”
and—although credited in the issue, just as my own little Damn Straight, I Love My Friends—here & now:
*featuring the photography of Dirk Mai, wardrobe by Mother of London & Stacey Hummell make-up artistry.
To download a free .pdf, or for ordering information on a print copy, either click the image above or GO HERE.
✷ Special thanks to editor Jennifer Link! ✷
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…
with the aural fixation / visual manipulations of
the artwork of — and special appearance by — Joshua Petker
as well as portrayals by Dirk Mai and Julia Romanenko.
Truth of the matter is:
We don’t all get a hug for our efforts.
What we do ‘get,’ however, is Freedom Of Choice…
(though make no mistake: to not choose is—in itself—a decision).
A choice you’re hereby offered the opportunity?
Who gets an award (yourself, perhaps?), and
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photo by Dirk Mai
as modeled by a Most Epic Individual herself:
Miss Pauley Perrette
But for those of you whom the terminally cute
is a constant reminder that human beings do, indeed, have a “Gag Reflex”?
Go ahead and OWN THAT BITTER BILE
DOWN TO THE BONE!
Pictured above, at Hollywood’s latest haunt of legendary proportions, Mr. Black:
flaunts his Hater status
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
Alright, so... for an overview of boxEIGHT's "This Ain't Mercedes Benz Fashion Week" this last/past Season's Offerings (Spring 2009) in L.A., Check it—
Clickity click for coverage of me "giving word" at boxEIGHT studios with appearances from: Peter Gurnz, Dirk Mai (formerly known as "Fingers Crossed"), Audrey Kitching, Lina Lecaro, Sammy from The Kids, "G," and Vanessa Gonzales—— along with the work of Yotam Solomon, Brian Lichtenberg and other high-octane fabulousness.
Truth be told, anticipation of Mr. Lichtenberg's show is what got me "in outfit" and out of the house, so I find it only apropos to highlight his latest work before transitioning into the next topic...
O.K., now that we've had a bit of 'the spandex strut' that has garnered Mr. Lichtenberg notoriety (with good reason—-this show did not disappoint, and those effing hats and headpieces still SLAUGHTER me...) *~ Slaughtering, I say! ~*~ S-L-A-U-T-E-R-I-N-G ~* Still, there's a shifting of gears // a bit of backstory:
The Altitude video was shot on Friday, October the 17th-- when I was (admittedly) full of more "piss and vinegar"* than I was by Sunday eve. *Thanks for the vernacular, granny. MEAN IT! I mean, c'mon: when do I deny the fact that I'm a dinosaur among the (AHEM!) "scene"? Consequently, my pal Gabriele and I nearly "pulled a Frankenstein" and bolted after the Rojas show: false eyelashes were wilting, and enthusiasm was becoming an act as difficult to keep up as the Chet B headpiece I'd tacked onto my noggin...
Then—a moment passed, only to be eaten by the next: a narcotic rush painted with such poetic visual precision, we were consumed by it.
Kucoon Fashion Show/Performance -- Spring 2009 Collection (Part One : the First Half)
Please forgive: this video clip kicks in once I'd rummaged through my recycled rubber "murse" and acquired my little cam in medias res,
as I wasn't, well...anticipating the need to record anything.
Hence, I do admit the reactions one might overhear 'off screen' aren't exactly eloquent. However, that's one of the reasons why I opt to express myself via pen, paper or notebook (be it college-lined or of the G4 ilk).
What often is a more animated, base manner exploding like confetti from inside of me Is but a temporal human response: those mannerisms/ histrionic outbursts and the like... (Oh, C'MON already! In layman's terms? Reminders that I'm a FLAWED HUMAN BEING who entertains himself by being "ornery!" Consider that my frickin' First Step or something. All right?)
(…and Here’s Part Two of the Visual Treats)
For instance: theoretically, If I were to "bum rush" the designers backstage for an impromptu interview...
my antics and semantics with Sheila B and Andrea Spratt, the duo responsible for the cornea-melting jewelry/design under the moniker Kucoon—
I'd be calm, mild-mannered and an inveterate pro with technical equipment.
(Or at least that's how I'd intend it to seem via a little 'revisionist re-write.')
Hyperbole, active verbs and sparkling consonants... Why not chronicle life as colorfully as one sees or makes it out to be?
And on that tip, the rhetorical questions continue with a nudge and a "Why don't you go ahead and hit up the personal site of my latest favorite find among the 'newbies' here in Smog City?"
There's nada there for the xy set in terms of PERSONAL "consumer consumption," (Love that Lily Allen!) but that by no means is an indication any gent with impeccable taste will be at a loss in terms of visual stimulation. Ya with me? As in, "Hrmm, that'd look really great on ______________." Everything moves with such heightened velocity this time of the year, a person might as well start shopping now: It seems like as soon as we scrub off the Halloween make-up and blink it's already SANTA TIME yet again... Insofar as the 'stand out' piece among the site?
The Amethyst Stalactite earrings are such stunners; in an alternate life—one in which I have scads of dinero and zilch insofar as student loans—
I'd buy a pair and turn one into a necklace, the other into a brooch.
Fashion is all about fantasy, anyway— here's but one of the ways mine come to fruition. Bring on the images and I'll find the words...
The official, factory approved, Jared “Good-as-but-Never-Fool’s” Gold video clip of his “Czarina” farewell show in Salt Lake City
featuring Audrey Kitching, Stevie Ryan, Dirk Mai (formerly known as “Fingers Crossed’), Deena Marie, and a somewhat familiar-looking dork who GAVE WORD as the MC
is up and ready to view on YouTube:
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I’m tellin’ ya: this gent is brilliant, brilliant, brilliant…