Clint Catalyst’s Guide To Los Angeles (Interview for Gay.com by Josh Rotter)
December 28, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 1 Comment
DISCLAIMER!
✪ Please Note: ✪
At the time in which this interview was conducted, I didn’t exactly have an unbiased point-of-view.
Friends of mine had recently been laid off—a common occurrence in businesses when things like a “merger” occur… but wounds were still fresh, so to speak. If not theirs—well, then mine, out of camaraderie.
Rather than call attention to the negative, I hope you’ll be able to apply the aforementioned statement in any instances where it might be [AHEM!] applicable. As in: flagrantly.
Oh, &…it’s taken numerous attempts for my embarrassingly low-tech ass to get this archived Q & A to post within WP’s established parameters.
:: claws & any other applicable appendages hereby crossed —with— massive thanks to Josh Rotter & Gay.com! ::
Petker’s Paintings In Stiletto Pumps (or: The Catwalk-Stalking & Crowd-Gawking)
November 7, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 1 Comment
What? Like, You Thought I’d Forgotten Or Something?
No such luck.
I’m just a tease.
Wait–SCRATCH! I’ve just been holding back to make this post “stand out from the pack.”
Yeah, that’s it…
Actually, since “L.A. Fashion Week” happened in various mutations this fall–What do we have now…three per season? Can’t. Keep. Up.–I thought it might be nice to take a look back at runway shots from the
event
on 07/30/09.
Except this time? I’ll do so with
Less gab; more GORGEOUNESS.
(How about that, then?)
From Miss Kitching, I intuit
a resounding “Yes, please!”
So…that being said, here’s
actor Daniel Franzese as he awaited patiently…
Burlesque bombshell Ava Garter, who
who set the stage for the show to kick off
(with a lethal stiletto, bless her heart!)
While
In the interim, “90210″ hottie Annalynne
had a show of her own goin’ on,
essentially
*Cue Smiley-Face Emoticon*
as she waited front-row for her sister
The latest of ‘The McC Girls’ to stake her claim
as a media darling: Angel McCord ,
who conquered the catwalk like a pro…
O.K., some of you might recall my adulation over
Joshua Petker’s painting “Hunting for Witches” a while back?
(Be it yay or nay, here’s a reference for your ‘Quick & Easy’…)
Well, spot-check the detail of how it translated to fabric:
Mr. Gold’s stitch-witchery paired with Petker’s inimitable technique,
then ‘suited & booted’ by McCord’s searing Buffalo Stance?
Stellar. Zenith.
S U B L I M E!
:: Smoocheroonies to you, Angel! ♥ ::
And on the tip of ‘sublime,’
it’d be criminal of me to not include
one of the most adept catwalk-stalkers in Los Angeles,
(impeccably-manicured) hands’ down!
I’m talkin’ about
Amanda Fields of “Project Runway” infamy
Of course, a Jared Gold show wouldn’t be complete
without the presence of
…And Suddenly, It’s Evening. The Gold Vs Petker Runway Show and Death-Dance Riot
September 13, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 5 Comments
crept up on me like a shadow.
One moment I’m in Iowa working with my comrades Dustin and Brian of Novice Industries; the next, I’m rushing to hair and make-up with my pal Aldo o’ the Vento.
Aldo volunteered his services to help me out with door duty, which proved itself much needed the moment we went from what was intended as a brief session of “helloing”–as pictured below, kicking off the evening with the lovely Jenelle Rensch, graphic design wiz (and incidentally the mastermind responsible for my CC logo in its final incarnation), Mr. Aldo Vento Himselfness, model and co-star with me in Matthew Mishory‘s film “Delphinum: A Childhood Portrait of Derek Jarman,” which is currently winding its way about the international film festival circuit (the world premiere of which was 5 September 2009, at the Portobello Film Festival in London):
and, you know, a familiar face, I suppose… shifting from Prancy, Postured, Poised–to
Any semblance of order and ‘proper’ decorum
Tossed out the window like last week’s copy of Us Weekly when
AnnaLynne and Rachel McCord showed up, with quite a posse in tow.
Image of AnnaLynne McCord and Clint Catalyst courtesy of
“Deeply Shallow: One Man’s Adventure in L.A.,” by Albert Domasin — located at
What’s Up With Albert (on Blogspot)
Bummer we couldn’t get her 12 year old brother past security, but…well, he’s 12.
(Even compared to my own track record, that’s 4 years before I began to hustle my way into clubs– And look how I turned out!)
A cautionary tale? (Y/Y?)
As rabid “90210″ fanatics attempted to claw their way towards the living, breathing version of “Naomi” they recognized from their living rooms, I did my best to sneak the party of pretty-pretties into the inner sanctum: a seated area complete with really good ‘Goodie Bags’–sponsored by Janome sewing machines, Fiji water, Tarina Tarantino jewelry, Amtrak, Josie Cotton, and Sebastian Hair Care Products–
as well as the precise locale where soon enough, leather metallic fabric ∞ stitching nipped and tailored ∞ silkscreened paintings ∞ tricked-out hair with neon nets ∞ make-up more surreal than real world , and the spirit of unfettered creativity and unapologetic flamboyance
RULED. (And how!)
After all, why was everyone at the Social Club?
The MOST CORRECT RUNWAY DEBUT of the retina-shattering, cardiac arrest-inducing, sensory-overloading atelier extraordinaire
from the Legendary House of Gold
rockin’ some ‘tude, with pop legend Josie Cotton (L) and me
(Is it obvious I’m L-O-V-I-N-G the custom jacket Jared created?)
Carelessly tossing any accusations of “obsequious” over the shoulder like the Latest!Fashion!Craze!– “Fashion is for those who have yet to understand ‘style’”– here’s what it boils down to at the carnival’s end: my first interaction with Mssr. Gold hearkens back to a bleak time in American history. We met shortly after his 2001 debut in Manhattan on September the 10th, an inauspicious moment for anyone to premiere clothing design, as it transpired mere hours before the atrocity known as 9/11.
Eight years have passed in the interim, and still: the creative outpourings of this inimitable virtuoso never cease to amaze me.
That being said, it should come as no surprise that for his collaborative effort with visual artist
(pictured here with photographer Cyn Yen)
my expectations were anything but low.
Simply put, Mr.Petker’s paintings are most God, indeed. Over the span of the last few years, I’ve admired his murky-canvased beauties from afar (and might have, well, you know …”peeked in” on a certain Cahuenga Blvd gallery show)– so when the opportunity presented itself this Christmas past, I was stoked to make his acquaintance and bear witness to a bit of the brainstorms and dark-clouded creative rumblings between these two masterminds.
Hence, please allow me to present
A preview before the Gold versus Petker mash-up, for those of who might not be acquainted with the work of this inventive gentleman:
from 2008,
two images pilfered from an interview in the art-blog equivalent of masticating a corpus callosum
“[Petker's] work is like that girl you know will destroy you but somehow you just can’t resist.”
- Manuel Bello
(Entitled “Hunting For Witches,” this one SLAUGHTERS me…Slaughters me, Maing!)
(and above: from 2009, one of Petker’s most recent watercolors)
Fine art from a fine fellow…Petker has not only become one of my favorite contemporary artists, but he’s also just about one of the kindest dudes you could meet. (And I say ‘dude,’ as he is very much one, indeed—but I mean that in the absolute best sense of the sports-obsessed, beer-swilling sense of the word. I hope I’m communicating that effectively!?)
At any rate, speaking of ‘fine’—there was no shortage of squealing over Twilight‘s hunkasaurus
among the crowd at the Gold versus Petker extravaganza.
Full disclosure: I’ve never seen Twilight , nor have I read any of the books. Said another way? I wasn’t aware Who He Is—but not to worry…it’s not as if frenetic whispering girls and paparazzi flashbulbs going pop! were in short supply.
Short of the long? Mr. Lutz was a complete gentleman: there was none of the “Don’t You Know Who…” routine that’s as played-out as clunky monster boots. (Seriously, kids? Just. Don’t.) Equal parts accessible any coy, Lutz maintained a genteel decorum I often refer to as From The School of ‘Leave-Them-Longing.’
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,
It would be remiss to make no mention of rock icon Billy Corgan of the Smashing Pumpkins:
pictured here with the Cute-As-They-Come Kim Bruder
More images await “beneath the cut…”
However, since both the event and amount of photos collected –cough!STOLEN cough!–is of epic proportions, I’ve decided to divvy the lot up into three parts: Before The Madness (on which your gaze is fixed at this moment), Petker’s Paintings In Stiletto Pumps (the catwalk-stalking and crowd-gawking), and Dance.Music.Sweat.Romance (the after-party).
That being stated, Please! Click Away– for More Gore Gore Gorgeousness…
Hairroin “Deals Out” A Few Offers For You To “Get Your Fix!”
June 15, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · Leave a Comment
Yes, this ‘recession’ sitch is a real bitch…
I may not have the Million Bucks, but–as the adage goes–that doesn’t mean I can’t do my damnedest to
LOOK LIKE IT!
Spot-check these promotions by which you can do the same!:
“Pained And Painted” — New Video Post
May 13, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 1 Comment
Spoken Word by Clint Catalyst,
Visual Manipulations/Aural Fixations by Nicholas Wolfkind
featuring portrayals by
Audrey Kitching
Lorraine Caley
Kaiden Blake
Kat Lee
Hilary Goldberg
& CCx
Hair Artistry by the Almighty Irene Urias of HairroinSalon.com
Shiny Latex Yumminess by Syren.com ♥ (COVET…LOVE.IT) ♥
(accompanying text available on The ‘Tubes, if interested—
Clint Catalyst’s Channel; Click “More Info”)
With Pauley Perrette at Hairroin’s Benefit for The LAYN: 04 29 09
May 2, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 2 Comments
Got some, uhh, serious “chin chin”s goin’ on with some of my movements
in this one here…
But y’know what though?
gasp!
It’s not ‘all about me…’
Mageina Tovah Models for Clint Catalyst Collab. Project
January 8, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 9 Comments
…a collection of anecdotes I’m in the process of assembling entitled Degeneracy: A Love Letter .
Essentially, the book is a series of stories about what my grandmother described as “orneriness”— in other words, the type of socially inappropriate behavior atypical to teenage delinquents that revels in being bad…but not evil.
Thing is, I seem to have been precocious in the sense that I jumped feet-first onto shaky territory before I’d even broken double digits in my natals. However, unlike my wiser peers who limited their bad behavior into a period referenced the same way as that proverbial phase The Parental Units continually told me my interest in eccentric fashion and avant garde music was, its been over two decades and my love for the outlandish remains omnipresent. Sure, perhaps its more refined in focus—but if anything, it flourishes.
Ditto the story with whatever inherent need I have to be a juvenile delinquent. No doubt I’ve well outstayed my welcome, as these days I’m twice the age of most teens yet just still can’t seem to “just let go.”
Granted, I don’t indulge in the reckless behavior I did throughout my early twenties. Not only is the thought of following the same pattern and routine a total yawn; its physically and mentally exhausting. For seven years, I cut out all drug and alcohol consumption completely. That’s when and how the book idea for Degeneracy: A Love Letter came about. I mean, cmon: theres really no need to dial Dr. Freud on the white courtesy phone to realize that whether its been my active pursuit to engage in unusual sexual proclivities known as Caking, frightening adults through acts of puppet terrorism, experimenting with polyamory, indulging in the sensory overload from various elements of the fetish scene—specifically, the slippery sheen of the latex, or hopping myself up via ritualistic can-to-mouth over-consumption of nonfat Redi-Whiptheres still an ornery element of my personality on the eternal quest for some new kind of kick.
Amanda (one of my dearest friends, a responsible mother who’s incidentally a ‘partner in crime’ from those—ahem! We Dont Talk About Those Things Now—nascent years of naughty behavior when we were trapped within the chokehold of the Southern Baptist Bible Belt notched in Jonesboro, Arkansas) is illustrating each of these romanticized, exalted, and equally self-deprecating tales through the lens of her camera. However Ms. Brooks chooses to interpret the text is her decision: be it literal, tongue-in-chic, or in a manner perhaps not as obvious…that’s none of my business. Still, Ive gotta admit: weve been fortunate thus far in the sense that theres been no shortage of dynamic individuals who’ve donated their talent, time and physical being (you know, bodies) to function as the medium for Amanda’s canvas of choice.
In this instance, model/actress Mageina Tovah (Spiderman 2-3, Joan of Arcadia, et al) gives a preview by proxy for the forthcoming release. Yes, its merely a fragment of time captured by shoddy digi-cam footage from an afternoon she spent being bad. Though at the time of me clacking out this palaver, Ive yet to see one frame of the finished product—so to have the real life reference of bargain-bin wallpaper rigged with duct tape, clamps and a seamless in front of a garage versus the end result?
Well, the recounting of events via oral history has everything to do with inflection, delivery, technique. By that same token, ultimately what Mageina provides Amanda, then Amanda delivers, make these anecdotes more universal—i.e., less about me.
And were getting closer both to an overall expansion in scope as well as the project’s completion.
All I have to do is continue cranking these “stories” out, reminding the reader/audience of the adage “No one can be sure my friend/Where truth begins and fiction ends…”
(Any Tones on Tail fans out there still? Anyone, anyone?)
*********
NOW, FOR THE PROPERS:
The stylemeisters “werkin’ their magic” with us there on the set are make-up artist Genevive Lamb (a ‘face-beater’ and cutie pie from Christian Dior) and the inimitable Irene Urias from Hollywood’s white-hot epicenter of cool: Hairroin Salon. Hairroin’s a powerhouse of prettiness, so if youre in the greater L.A. area and have yet to discover it
By all means: baby, let me be your pusher!
Givin GORGE in the dept of wardrobe: Jared Gold couture
(Who else?)
And Amanda herself can be found hangin’ out at
THANKS FOR YOUR INTEREST!
“tl;dr” Overdrive…
November 22, 2008 by Clint Catalyst · 6 Comments
Well, actually:
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, Genevieve 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 on my behalf,
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. Nonetheless, I managed to snap one
of that dang adorable little Janine Jarman
& face-beater extraordinaire Noel Nichols within the first few minutes of our arrival; then cheers as other guests followed suit…
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—
& 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 Merrir 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…)
& 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)
& on a final rash note about fash: Did anybody rack up any great merch among the H & M/Comme Des Garcons collabo?
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?
& though you might have thought it’d never happen, this is me, waaaay all kinds of outta here!
Snip, Clip, Scan… It’s “Show & Tell” for the 21st Century
October 17, 2008 by Clint Catalyst · 6 Comments
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!
“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.”
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!).
Air Kisses and Ass Kissing,
CC “Giving You” L.A.
in the best of
worst of
ways
(and vice-versa)
August 10, 2008: “Parties”
August 10, 2008 by Clint Catalyst · Leave a Comment
As a little kid, I remember summer vacations seeming like extended slices of forever…and visits from Santa? Pretty much a lifetime away.
These days, weeks pass in what seems like the time it takes to get my hair done…(then again, I do go for some pretty elaborate shit…)
And you know what else?
My fingernails are still rimmed in a filthy black from the spur-of-the-moment RIT dye job I did on my black Ksubis to make them match my plain black jacket. I’ve been known to have a bit of a conniption fit when my blacks don’t match…and regarding the term “conniption”? I grew up in Arkansas. It’s part of my twisted charm. Just like the obnoxious music some denizen among my cluster of quaint little cottages is playing at the moment, I have three words to offer:
Deal with it.
So anyway, I know a multitude of posts and various commentary have been floating around this dang fanangled internet for quite some time now regarding the Hello Drama! fashion show. Both the harlequin-hopped-up-on-helium make-up (by Michele Monaco) and the outfits themselves were out of my usual “comfort zone.’ But you know what?
I already know what I already know. Ya feel me?
Here’s a backstage shot of me from that night with L.A.’s latest addition, Kaiden Blake:
As an obnoxious Aries (who? Impulsive? Impatient? ME?), it’s no wonder I’m pals with so many relatives among the fire signs—namely, Leos…as it’s their time of astrological reign.
Some nights include hitting up multiple events (which is a luxury problem: Full Disclosure.
Last Friday? Three of us, two birthdays, one night.
Our first stop was a sideshow (s)extravaganza (O.K.: for once, the “(s)” is fully for the lulz. Got it?) being thrown for actress/model Mageina Tovah. Look how damn tan and HEALTHY she looks next to my pasty ol’ spf 30 sunblock self!
And though I feel I look like death’s rectum in this shot, I can’t help but share it because it’s such a flattering photo of Jared:
Besides for appearing in a buttload of movies and T.V. shows, Mageina’s modeled for several Jared Gold fashion shows, as has the star of our next stop:
Lil’ Miss Audrey Kitching of the cotton candy-hued hair, whose shin-dig was a surprise put together by Alyx Suttle and Jessicka, two of her West Coast friends.
with Alyx, who threw the party at her store The Elegant Mess
Jessicka, however, I’d say was anything but a mess. As a matter of fact, this skinny betch pulled of what’s undoubtedly my
Look of the Moment:
Brightly-hued stings of licorice tied together and worn as necklaces? FULLY support it.
Knotted together and worn as an American Apparel-esque headband, however?
DON’T. EVEN. CONSIDER. IT.
Think happy thoughts instead:
Jared, Presenting One Of His Infamous Cakes
need. piece. now.
Justin Coloma and Linda Strawberry Join In The KITCH SANDWICH
With Roxy and B.J., Who Gets The Idea…EDIBLE ACCESSORIES?
That’d be a Hell Yeah!
After We Gnawed On Her Necklaces (Keep It Clean, Kids!)
We Had A Bit Of Fun In The Dressing Room…
Though As With Anything, My Face “Gave It Away…”
When I begin turning, it’s best for everyone that I make “Bye Bye”…and SOON. Kaiden, Jared and I began to make tracks back to his vehicular
But I had one special gift left to give…
The Question Remains:
Fact or fiction?
Kiss Kiss!
Clint
