Petker’s Paintings In Stiletto Pumps (or: The Catwalk-Stalking & Crowd-Gawking)

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

Gold vs. Petker

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

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Photograph of Clint by Dirk Mai

Clint Catalyst ‘Motors-His-Mouth’ With Designer Jared Gold And Model Julie Meise

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Hairroin “Deals Out” A Few Offers For You To “Get Your Fix!”

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!:

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With Pauley Perrette at Hairroin’s Benefit for The LAYN: 04 29 09

Wow.

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…’

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So, Yeah…I’m Old.

Here are some of the fine folks who came out
to celebrate that I’m now a year closer to the ol’ dirt nap…

Realizing that I’m—ahem—under a bit of stress as of late,
Jessicka took it upon herself to organize a dinner
at one of my favorite local eateries, Casita Del Campo:

Swish Hips Earn Tips:
Rawk Chicks Lisa Leveredge and Jessicka

None other than Miss Lenora Claire was there

Totes lettin’ us have it with the twins!

(Which I’m not mad about…ain’t mad about at all…)

Wordsmith Brendan Mullen of Lexicon Devil, We Got The Neutron Bomb,

and Live at the Masque: Nightmare in Punk Alley fame

Kim Sosore and William Mills—i.e.,

Just about the cutest damn couple in town

whereas

only half of this duo is “lookin’ good”…

and that half by no means is myself!

(Beneath my grip is the beautiful journalist

known as Caroline Ryder)

Of course,

I feel it imperative to announce:

NOT A SINGLE MARGARITA WAS SLURPED AT THIS DINNER…

Jessicka Addams. Lisa Leveredge.

Proof/Pudding?

;D

Mmm Hrmm…

Yeah, right.

Damn shame I can’t blame my own bad behavior

on anything other than…

Luis Payne of Hairroin Salon!

(Now, there’s an exclamation point

that wants to be an interrobang “when it grows up,”

if I’ve ever seen one.)

And speaking of the ol’ “!?”—

I should move on to THE PARTY, fer F’s sake!

However, before I clack a single syllable into the keyboard,

I want to give a

Huge-Ass Honkin’

Load of THANKS

to my pals

Adrian and The Mysterious D

of

Club Bootie

For hosting a birthday shin-dig for me

and my “Thousand Closest Imaginary Friends”

with the legendary Paul V

at

Bootie L.A.

(one of several monthly parties thrown around the world–

I’m so proud to see two pals from S.F. go ‘Global!’)

♥ HIT IT, DEIRDRE! ♥

Also, I must admit I wasn’t exactly bummed to have Rony Alwin of

Rony’s Photobooth

there to chronicle some* of the evening’s guests…

Here are a few ‘choice’ shots (filched from aforementioned site, please.&.thanks):

Actress Kat Turner of Inland Empire infamy

Wishes “All The B(r)east!”

Shutterbug/Model Sasha Sheldon

WERKS

IT

*OUT!*

Ever the stunner, here’s

Style Icon and Bijoux Black-Belt Tarina Tarantino Looking GORGEOUS

with Her Husband, Filmmaker Alfonso Campos

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Mageina Tovah Models for Clint Catalyst Collab. Project

…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!

Hairroin Salon [dot] com

Givin GORGE in the dept of wardrobe: Jared Gold couture
(Who else?)

Jared Gold [dot] com

And Amanda herself can be found hangin’ out at

Amanda Brooks Photo [dot] com

THANKS FOR YOUR INTEREST!

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Thanks for the Mammaries…

C.C.’s CAMEO with
“THE QUEEN OF CLEAVE,”

LENORA CLAIRE:




featuring SUPERNOVA OF THE SMALL SCREEN,
ANTOINE DES CAUNES

ON "ALLEZ A L.A.,"
A PROGRAM VENTURING
'ROUND THIS CITY OF SMOG & STARDUST
BY
CANAL PLUS T.V...

(DESCRIPTION POSTED ON MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL):

"European megawatt Antoine De Caunes explored this strange beast
we know under the name of 'Los Angeles,' and stumbled upon 'Future Cult
Icon' Lenora Claire in the process.

Because any fashion choice I
make should be considered The Law--yes, this is sarcasm, kiddies--I was
brought in to transform Antoine into the hip party-goer he's always
wanted to be...whether or not he knew it. After all, Lenora's birthday
soirée was just an "intimate little gathering" of her thousand most
fabulous friends at none other than the Houdini Mansion. 

In other words, jeans and a t-shirt?  Just WOULDN'T have cut it.

The hand-painted suit on Mr. De Coines is a one-of-a-kind creation by
TonyMech of TonyMech[dot]com, while the black-belt beauty crew
responsible for his phenomenal transformation via hair and make-up is
none other than Stacey Hummell, Face-Beater Extraordinaire, as well as
Irene Urias and Marc Mapile of Hairroin -- the virtual locale of which
is HairroinSalon[dot]com.

And on me?

Need I even mention
the shrunken top hat was made by Creepsuela Switchletto and my own
*subtle* ensemble another couture creation by Mssr. Jared Gold?

Or uh, you guys kind of...CATCHING ON by this point?

(Envision Appropriate Emoticon)

x o x o x
C l i n t"

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“tl;dr” Overdrive…

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, Genevive 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 me,
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.
I managed to snap one of that dang adorable little Janine Jarman and
face-beater extraordinaire Noelle
within the first few minutes of our arrival,


the cheers began
as guests arrived...

 

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--and 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 Merrie 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...)

and 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)

And on a final rash note about fash:

Did anybody rack up any great scores among the merch available via H & M
through their collaboration via Comme Des Garcons?

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?

And though you might have thought it'd never happen,
this is me,
waaaay all kinds of outta here!

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