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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
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…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?)
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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
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Givin GORGE in the dept of wardrobe: Jared Gold couture
And Amanda herself can be found hangin’ out at
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Once The Boys and he hauled Irene’s chair downstairs, I suppose my look turned Bloodthirsty-Barber-Accepting-“Walk-In” — or rather, walk up? — Clients. Said another way? The Baseheads wandered a bit too close to our ‘home base.’ Sidewalk or nay, they were getting a bit too . . . interactive in our production. Mumbling from afar quickly
progressed regressed into spittle proximity, so when Mr. Kroll urged me all mad cazh to Turn Up My Crazy, well . . . I amped it to about an 11. In case you were wondering? Flailing 14″ shears are an effective prop if one is aiming for 5150 territory. [ Cue latex-clad emoticon, kplzthnx ]
Sure, out-kooking-the-kooks has its own entertainment value — but I was stoked to be photographed by the fetish-meister after so many 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 made into postcards I remember seeing in airports, for F’s sake.
That tome of T & A — along with several other of his published works — has been on many a coffee table I’ve encountered over the years.
Short of the long? Whatever the case with this eve : it was an “encounter” ; that’s for sure!
C.C.’s CAMEO with
“THE QUEEN OF CLEAVE,”
featuring SUPERNOVA OF THE SMALL SCREEN,
ANTOINE DES CAUNES
[ as per 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 Hairron Salon.
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, Are you guys kind of…CATCHING ON by this point?
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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.
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:
need. piece. now.
We Had A Bit Of Fun In The Dressing Room…
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…
Fact or fiction?