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Mildred Von Hildegard’s Twitter bio might seem terse to some, pretentious to others. Whereas in my case? The concise and brutally honest description made me that much more intrigued about meeting and collaborating with her this Saturday past.
I Don’t Do ‘Friendly’ ☀ Photo: 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 section 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, I can tell you this: upon arrival at the studio, I discovered a stylist had hoarded the collar Mother intended for the shoot.
The nerve. All the same, we had an excellent afternoon. Not only does The Mother corrupt traditional perceptions of fetishwear and period costume, she’s also adorable, donning death metal t-shirts and boundless charisma while doing so.
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 & now (‘now’ being this 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, & while they’re categorized as menswear, I’d classify them as UNISEXY…
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
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 F’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…)
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,
