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Collecting Hearts. Another Love [is]
Another Place To Stay/Another Face…
Seduction is
Teen Porn, till
the “Living End.”
A Bath
With
Lovely Bloodflows.
Asger Juel Larsen‘s
Sleek Chic.
Seduction
is that which is close enough to touch, yet at the same time
just out of reach…
I’m vergin’ on a
HAUTE
HAUTE
HAUTE ATTACK!
With special thanks to Nixon Sixx for casting such an adorable spokesmodel
in this, THE SEVENTH PRIZE RIBBON among
the JARED GOLD/CLINT CATALYST CO-BRANDED MERCHANDISE—
a ‘site exclusive’ for the illustrious
†
Matter of fact, the HMacabre skeleton crew has assembled an on-line boutique
for the erudite enthusiast of shadowed fineries who’s privy to the fact that
one need not spend a million bucks to look like it.
However!
Before my A.D.D.-addled ass has a chance to bifurcate off into scatter-shot territory,
I need to provide the following info —of—
:: where to click :: (HERE!) :: & claim :: First Place as a Hauttie! ::
†
O.K., then Next:
Look upon a few shop highlights for the darkly inclined, such as
the obscenely affordable black smoke leggings,
†
as well as
another collaborative effort with
the gents and ¢ommon ¢ent$ in mind…
(Go ahead & fling the slab of Velveeta at me over that one—I’ll cop the rationale of Twi-hards in my defense: “I don’t know how it happened! I must’ve been roofied or something, ’cause my taste level—I mean, my defenses—were down. Really: I’m really much cooler than that!” )
Mmmm-hrmmm. Right.
All the same, THIS FINE ITEM
is most right-on, indeed!
†
The offspring of joined forces: Haute Macabre with Cyberoptix
(a company worthy its own blog post, truth be told…)
:: rad ties & cravats ::
paired with retinal candy such as the following
drool-worthy [OOPS] impeccable display of DNA at its finest?
†
—ahem!—
Well, since I’m “already here,” so to speak,
I figured I might as well share…
Since, you know: there’s a more-than-decent chance I’ll be ogling their URL
frequently
More.Hot.Rivet-Heads.&.Goth.Guys,Plz!
Hrmm. Did you guys hear something?
†
But of course!
Furtive whispers from Thee Cult Ov Thee Fashion-Forward
state the obvious
(That is—for any devotee of Haute Macabre or mine owne Dot Com):
BAM! Be it
xx or xy,
THIS. IS. UNISEXY.
†
MAXIMIZE YOUR RETAIL BLISS, WITH THIS:
THE FIFTH PRIZE RIBBON among
the JARED GOLD/CLINT CATALYST CO-BRANDED MERCHANDISE…
hedonist! |ˈhidnəst| |ˈhidənəst| noun
a derivative of: hedonism |ˈhēdnˌizəm|
the pursuit of pleasure; sensual self-indulgence.
† the ethical theory that pleasure (in the sense of the satisfaction of desires) is the highest good †
Leave the scarlet letter for Miss Hester Prynne. THIS is a title to profess…
:: CLICK HERE TO GET YOURS NOW! ::
as modeled by
Artist/Writer/Photographer/Style Technician/Russian Cosmonomad and
Coilhouse magazine & blog Co-Founder,
Who—among her many other accolades—ranked #3 on
G4′s “Hottest Women Of The Web”(!)
More “Images Conducive Of Pleasure” Are Tucked
Beneath the Jump
Truth of the matter is:
We don’t all get a hug for our efforts.
What we do ‘get,’ however, is Freedom Of Choice…
(though make no mistake: to not choose is—in itself—a decision).
A choice you’re hereby offered the opportunity?
Who gets an award (yourself, perhaps?), and
For what?
BEHOLD: THE LATEST OFFERING from
THE JARED GOLD/CLINT CATALYST COLLABORATION…
P R I Z E R I B B O N S !
photo by Dirk Mai
as modeled by a Most Epic Individual herself:
Miss Pauley Perrette
But for those of you whom the terminally cute
is a constant reminder that human beings do, indeed, have a “Gag Reflex”?
Go ahead and OWN THAT BITTER BILE
DOWN TO THE BONE!
Pictured above, at Hollywood’s latest haunt of legendary proportions, Mr. Black:
flaunts his Hater status
in black-on-black-on-black…
:: CLICK HERE FOR YOUR OWN ‘BARK OF SNARK’ ::
And Suddenly, It’s Evening : The Gold Vs Petker Runway Show and Death-Dance Riot
crept up on me like a shadow.
One moment I was in Iowa working with my comrades Dustin and Brian of Novice Industries; the next, rushing to hair and make-up with my pal Aldo o’ the Vento.
Aldo volunteered to assist me with Door Duty for the event, a favor which proved much needed the moment we stepped from what was intended as a brief “helloing” sesh — as pictured below, kicking off the evening with the lovely Jenelle Rensch, graphic design whiz [ and incidentally the mastermind responsible for my CC logo in its final incarnation ], Mssr. Aldo Vento Himselfness, model and co-star in Matthew Mishory’s biopic Delphinum: A Childhood Portrait of Derek Jarman : a beautiful, lyrical portrayal of the phenomenonicon, which is currently winding its way about the international film festival circuit. [ Not that you asked, though as I'm proud for all parties involved...let the record hereby note : the world premiere was 5 September 2009, at the Portobello Film Festival in London. ]
And oh, but oh : from one photograph to the moment that followed, how swift a shift in decorum. Namely, when AnnaLynne and Rachel McCord arrived at the venue, any semblance of order was tossed out the window like a stale copy of Us Weekly.
Image of AnnaLynne McCord and Clint Catalyst courtesy of
Deeply Shallow: One Man’s Adventure in L.A., by Albert Domasin
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 Goodie Bags [ sponsored by Janome sewing machines, Fiji water, Tarina Tarantino jewelry, Amtrak, Josie Cotton, and Sebastian Hair Care Products ] that lived up to the name — incidentally, 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, and the spirit of unfettered creativity and unapologetic flamboyance would reign.
After all, why was everyone at the Social Club?
The MOST CORRECT runway debut of the retina-shattering, cardiac arrest-inducing atelier extraordinaire Jared Gold‘s latest collection : a collaborative effort with mega-watt visual artist Joshua Petker.
Above : Rockin’ some ‘tude, with pop legend Josie Cotton
A Brief : 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.
That being said, it should come as no surprise that for his latest effort — a pairing of superpowers with painter Joshua Petker — my expectations were anything but low.
Pictured above : Petker with photographer Cyn Yen
Per chance you aren’t familiar : Mr. Petker’s art is most God, indeed. Over the span of the last few years, I’ve admired his murky-canvased beauties from afar — 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.
All due respect, before I venture into the particulars of the Gold x Petker mash-up, please allow me to praise the work of this inventive gentleman . . .
Up first : two images pilfered from an interview in Fecal Face, a.k.a. 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,” the painting [ above ] slaughters me, maing…SLAUGHTERS me!
And next, A portrait from Petker’s recent watercolor series [ 2009 ] :
So. Much. Gorgeous!
Fine art from a fine fellow : truly . . . truly.
At any rate, speaking of ‘fine’—there was no shortage of squealing over Twilight‘s hunkasaurus
Kellan Lutz
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…
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