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,

Shutterbugs Mike Mead and Debbi Rotkowitz

The Ever-Ebullient Performance Artist Phae-Dra with partner-in-crime/one-off designer Hesham

Michele Mills, who’s fiercer than a cholita shiv copped at 5th & Bonnie Brae,

and cracks a vitriolic sense of humor effortlessly as upwardly-mobile white girls exhale into pale pink wads of chewing gum;

then sigh in borgie bordedom. *yawn*

Here’s to aspartame explosions to jolt the freon pumping from my shriveled little heart!

Up next/Up next/Up next…

Michelle Star with performance artist/perv extraordinaire, Thistle Harlequin

Actress, Juggler and YouTube phenomenon Olga Kay with Bridget a.k.a. LilyLuLay

Spot-check Olga Kay’s ‘Totally Tubular Ways’ as well as

The LilyLuLay-day!

(I like, totally dare you and stuff… so there!)

Testament to the axiom that there are three types of people in life:

Those who make things happen; those who watch things happen, and those who ask (envision delivery a lá the archetypal ‘Mouth-Breather’ for full effect): “What happened?”

Freelance journalist and Eternal Girl-Of-The-Moment Lina Lecaro and lens-meister Josh “Curious Josh” Reissepitomize what it is to exist bulls-eye in the (dialated) pupil of SmogCity’s night-life.

Neither Lecaro nor Reiss are neophytes to How Things Burn At 1 a.m.,

And for that I am grateful: Unless one has ‘Scene El Al’; truly, what barometer can exist for What’s Next?

Adding to that riff of 20/10 among a town full of faux bespectacled visionaries?

Counter-culture Hyper-Hyphenate Amelia G, whose myriad of talents include

writing, public speaking, niche identification, internet marketing, photography and editing–

the latter two duties of which she shares with counter-culture conspirator Forrest Black of Blue Blood:

Fashion mavens Kit Scarbo (née Pistol), Rhea Cortado, Sweet P, and Alison Nieder.

The lovely Scarbo and Sweet P are designers and fellow “Project Runway” alums, while

Wordsmiths Cortado and Nieder keep a keen eye–and poised pen!–for The California Apparel News

Mad respect for all four ladies… REPRESENT!

The band Motionless In White , like kohl-colored Post-It notes…

Visual reminders that relationship between music and fashion is a symbiotic one

(The “Mary Kate” to that “Ashley,” yo! )

Kat Lee a.k.a. Kitt E. Katt and Kaila Yu of the Nylon Pink empire:

It’s a band; it’s a Stickam show—add in their jewelry line Hello Drama,

And it’s a way of life.  Period.

As if your head weren’t already spinning around like a majorette’s baton at half-time,

(Or so goes the case with me and mine!)

Photo…Below

Trailing Left to Right in the following 5-Up are:

Visual Artists, Bandmates and Husband/Wife creative powerhouse Morgan Slade and Elizabeth McGrath

(whose band Miss Derringer produces aural fixations on-par with Slade’s awe-inducing photographs

and “Bloodbath McGrath”s bone-crushingly beautiful dioramas)

~whereas dead and center, we have Plastigod and his Plasticgoddess , featuring

Colleen Duffy from the band Devil Doll to complete this Pentagram of Creative Power.*

* Phrase used with a fierce wriggling of tongue-in cheek, chitlins: i.e., don’t freak; don’t freak! ;D

Visual Artists Natalia Fabia and Gary Baseman

along with

further luminaries from the Los Angeles art world

(as Velveeta-laden as the term “heavy-hitters”  may  be, it applies here, maing; it applies!)

Tim Biskup, his sweetness Nicki,

Gary Baseman, and another ‘double-threat’:

Marion Peck and Mark Ryden

Whereas ever the embodiment of art, she is:

Tarina Tarantino, Reigning Queen of Sparkly Bijoux

exudes boundless enthusiasm and an undiluted insight that life is meant for living :

(No need to dial whine one one for a waaaahmbulance, but still…it’s a trait I esteem, the ol’ “Lust For Life.” So be it.)

I mean, C’mon–the smileage from that head-dress alone?  Slaughtering with Swarovskis and over-statement…Love Love Love It!)

And on the tip of “Over-Statement”?

For the runway show, Janine Jarman and her obscenely talented team from Hairroin Salon

paired up with a posse of make-up maestros

under the direction of Noelle Nichols

(featuring one of my ‘repeat offenders,’ the phenomenal face-beater known as Stacey Hummell ).

The outcome?

Total transformation of the models into living embodiments of Petker’s artwork.

A case of life imitating art imitating life, one could say…

Here’s a shot of Joshua with Jared’s tour manager/chanteuse Jessicka to illustrate:

and another, in which Jessicka is flanked

by fetish model Courtney Cruz (L) and D.J. Victoria (R)

Pictured below, the aforementioned Beauty-Meisters

Noelle Nichols, Janine Jarman, and make-up artist Cambria Serrano

Cuteness Amped “To-The-Nth”

with DJ Filthy Rich and the Chica-Behind-My-Multiple-”Tags,” Irene Urias

of Hairroin Salon notoriety:

model Camille Waldorf, who induced a sharp inhale of

“Un-be-lieve-a-ble!” upon cursory glance of this perfect shot:

model Julia Boone, another stunning canvas the hair/make-up/design team imbued with Petker’s esprit de (cotton candy-hued) corpse:

Corpse, however? A neon-tinged take, insofar as her impeccable war-paint and directional styling, perhaps… though

that long-limbed beauty with tresses lapped by flames, Amanda Fields is a mega-model, as far as I’m concerned.

So much so, in fact, it’s a battle to post a mere mention of her based on a two-dimensional image: beauty in stasis. Of her ability to ‘Give Face,’ there is no question—though it’s when Fields steps onto the stage that she doesn’t just shine; she crackles, shredding the catwalk with an high-octane ~(interruption!)~

[PAUSE BUTTON, HEREBY PRESSED.]

As if I haven’t already exhausted the concept of a ‘blog’ beyond my *own* breaking point, fer F’s sake!

I mean: if I’m going to endure this torture again; I need to save some of the drool-worthy content…

The following of which includes…

After the smear of a few years/several months, [Oh.How.They.Bleed]

A supernatural force identified only as ‘Larva’ has returned, in a whirling dervish of

flailing limbs and quicksilver spine-snap, magick and cultivated madness:

Akin to this year’s triumphant return of The Legend-Upon-Legends, Kristen McMenamy,

Among the cognoscenti–an admitted minority, and unapologetically at that–there is a poetry implicit in the movement of these Girls Of All Ages, a cadence of secrets told in the rustle of leather embroidered on denim, the flash of a haunting visage Petker french-kissed stroke by brush stroke onto
this, a swish of fabric Gold fashioned into the most glorious wink or nudge in the ribs such a collection never gives.

For the myopic–MidWestern or elsewhere? Have no fear. There’s always another boatload of somniferous sweatshop beige en route plastered with illusory “luxury” tags boasting Michael Kors Lite, ad nauseum.

Besides, what a drag it would be if I saw a posse of pom-pom packin’ tweenage girls at the Glendale Galleria…

Merely the opinion of one, but here’s how mine goes: a full-throated bravo to Gold versus Petker , versus Gold .

Of the win? EPIC– and congrats!

(Whereas I? I am so blearly-eyed and eager to put this verbal monstrosity out of its misery; I can barely handle it…)

Ramblings of the downright adorable little sis, Angel McCord lie in wait for future days–

Instead, savor this: a final gallery post for the time being:

Gabriel Wischmeier and special guest on the catwalk, Miss Deena Marie

from Salt Lake City!

Whew! Again, I cannot emphasize enough what a pain in the posterior this HTML hell of “Save Draft”/”Preview” back-and-forth, back-and-forth,

back-and-forth has been for me…

(Clearly, this is the 21st Century’s message that THE TIME HAS COME TO CONSIDER PROSPECTIVE INTERNS. As in: not really…but REALLY.)

*Sigh*

Whatever the case?  As I mentioned earlier, the next blog I have “slotted” is of the runway show itself.  To tide you over until then, however– Here’s a work of comic genius that was made by the aforementioned Walking Stick model, Miss Deena Marie (Channel name = BeanerLaRue on The ‘Tubes):