clintcatalyst: Agreed, @BloodyBlack — #Permission mag, ever-ruling! My URL that looks like 1998 coughed up an HTMHellball, other hand? Waving white flag […]
clintcatalyst: Alright, @BloodyBlack ♥ You mean this pic, http://t.co/lU6clk2b correct? If so, ran in #Permission mag — anthology/book form, this fall! […]
clintcatalyst: Hey @littleepisodes, while you're hosting fundraisers? http://t.co/QN90bC5X has illegal @AmazonKindle DLs of yr books @tumblr. #SOrebellious […]
clintcatalyst: Oh, in case you didn't notice @thegrumpyowl —That last tweet of mine? #follow endorsement, ever was one. [MeaningHe'sEntertaining,Kids! FFS] […]
clintcatalyst: "So Testis it can be, the road to salvation — though some say 'taint..." @katebornstein [ Twit-image attchd, not sp@m ] http://t.co/iyvs2Y9x […]
clintcatalyst: Any rate, remember the shoot v well @BloodyBlack — also stoked, "Best Of"/book version of [that] mag comes out this fall. Good times! ♥ […]
clintcatalyst: Speaking of sly, howevs: me, w/ web-tech @BloodyBlack? Ha. Wanted to re: image you mntd, but can't get a single link, janky site gallery! […]
clintcatalyst: I know, right @MissDestructo? Why, I might even click "Fave" on this tweet. Precaution, totes/obvs...can't let you know I've seen it! #sly […]
“The glorious merchandise born of the dark union between fashion designer Jared Gold and visual artist Joshua Petker has just been posted for sale online. These haunting garments are VERY limited so…”
Have I mentioned how much I love the site Haute Macabre?
From the lavish editorial finds
in their
impeccably-curated archive of Tear Sheets
to the highly covetable objets-de-art
many an absinthe-hued eye would ogle with envy
in the dandy-of-dandiest Domestigoth‘s
high-end digs,
this virtual locale of the monochromatic cognoscenti
Sun-Sensitive Brocade Cloak by Jared Gold Couture † Vivienne Westwood Tie Shirt
Dark G-Star Denim † Romanian Militia Motorcycle Boots
Seeing as how I have spent my entire weekend glued to my computer working while listening to the first of the Sookie Stackhouse books on audio, I feel it totally appropriate to post this vampire editorial sent to us by Clint Catalyst. Since Nixon posted his spoken word video a few weeks back, he and I have bonded over our mutual love of True Blood, so in Fangtasia Fashion, here’s a first look at his recent shoot by Hoda Amel Abdalla.
Clint is shown wearing pieces from Jared Gold’s Caspian Collection runway pieces. Each item is a one off, and was not duplicated for wide distribution.
Felt Top Hat with Couture Grosgrain Trim † Vintage Victorian Mourning Suit circa late 1800s
White Oxford from Ross Dress for Less † After Six Tuxedo Neckpiece
(Never mind the clichés of “better late…” nor excuses placing blame on technology. Here’s a different take–first-person and personal–and it’s happening NOW. // Said another way? It’s as current as that waft of air just inhaled, as immediate as a favorite fable. There are news feeds, and then there is that which feeds itself. And so this story goes, its entrance grand and by way of royal proclamation):
A diverse smattering of “Dorothy”s rockin’ blue-and-white gingham,
Camera flashes going POP! ~pop!~ POW!
(Massive thanks again, L.A. Times!)
A seven-story tall hot air balloon, flames lapping at the mouth of the nylon envelope
buoyant and bursting with color: its print
that of the classic Oz line-up
(Scarecrow, Tin-Man, Dorothy, Lion–and of course, little Toto!)
An outpouring of music, lyrics weaving their way through
the well-dressed crowd’s heightened conversations
“Did you see Kristen Cavallari?”” // actually, nope: I didn’t…but thanks all the same //
Syncopation and scents of appetizers in-the-making
A supreme delight: olfactory artistry
And in lieu of a red carpet?
True to the advice given by Glenda, the Good Witch–
yellow
was the hue to be followed…
It wasn’t until the soirée was winding down a bit
that the thought entered my thick skull
I had a camera of my own in my trusty black rubber “murse.”
And what better interrobang to provide that impetus than the devastating beauty
Debi Mazar
Actress and current model in the Double T’s “My Pretty” catalog
(She plays the Wicked Witch to Kelly Osborne’s take on That Girl From Kansas)
Ms. Mazar, I discovered, has another endeavor among her list of accolades:
Turns out Miss Thing “gets a little Bloggy” on her own…
Even better? The site is by no means what came to mind when she shared the news with me…
How nice it is to genuinely be ‘taken aback’ by anything!
(Yes, SERIOUSLY—being jaded is as played-out as ‘Millennial Entitlement,’
amateur scenotypes [Mickey Mouse ears or down-market "I'm-So-Sweet" photo shoots involving cupcakes? DNW]
or–in my case–the mini-top hat. 2007 was 2007 for a reason, “kthanx.”)
A COOKING SITE?
Considering her main profession doesn’t often associate women with food,
To find out she [GASP!] not only eats, but also enjoys preparing the dishes?
Where fashion blogs are for the most part mediocre and ubiquitous (other than this awesome and arty offering from twelve year old fashion blogger, Tavi) fashion videos on YouTube tend to follow suit with meaningless musings that are often more asinine and offensive than their blog counterparts. Luckily for you, we’ve trawled through them all to separate the wheat from the chaff (or the Hermes from the H&M) to bring you the best vlog offerings (and some hilarious one-off videos) from some highly questionable self-proclaimed stylists.
Fashion Police celebrate the L.A. Hipster
Hipsters get a pretty rough reception sometimes from mainstream culture, but this video shows the outrageous Clint Catalyst and Jayme Foxx boldly celebrating the errant ways of the LA hipster clan. You’ll love to hate them, yet begrudgingly agree with their Fashion Don’ts, and they’ll love you right back… after all irony is so in right now.
Pictured with me: Jessicka (of Scarling and Jack Off Jill fame) and Mr. Gold, who brought his infamous madagascar hissing cockroach brooches as accessories for one of the model ‘challenges’ of the episode. Mr. Gold received ten minutes of air time on this phenomenal spin-off of the American franchise, which features gorgeous girls, incredibly hospitable hosts, and–as a form of my own demented entertainment–the opportunity for me to be extra “ornery” on-air!
Thanks for the coverage, Amy Spencer…and Vielen Dank to Heidi Klum and her cohorts for having us as guests on Cycle 4!
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 ofYotam 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—
well,
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...
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!
It’s as easy as the pro-Ana mindset by which to skip dessert:
“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.”
Not gonna lie (or “ngl,” for those who speak Millennial): this is one of the first photographs of Mister Glenn Kaino that shows how handsome he is. Not exactly a stranger to the slick and glossy pages of newsstand racks, there’ve been many a magazine where I thought the printed results of the flashbulb-pop just didn’t do him justice. Props to the photographer for capturing why it is his lovely wife CoryLynn went “Whoa”—y’know?
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!).
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 Read more
