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POX : Quit Your Screamin’ and Start Streamin’!

Listen up! ‘Cause in case you haven’t heard . . . The movie POX

Written and directed by the wildly talented, wicked creative, and impressively prolific Lisa Stockton-Wilson — perhaps better known to the masses as singer / song-writer / musician / thespian / all-around Uh-Huh, Don’t-You-Wish-You-Were-Her phenomenonicon Miss Lisa Hammer

can be obtained for the “I Mean ; I Can’t Even” section of your DVD collection.

However, for those of you more on the instant gratification tip? The film is also available for streaming, by way of the almighty TLA Video.

This already-cult classic [ as in, like: Seriously, Mary . . . Where Have You Been? ] stars the inimitable Alizarinkryz as none other than POX himself.

In addition to our fearless cult leader, a slew of other luminaries appear in this cinematic delight — including :

Who? The dude from Gregg Araki‘s ever-incandescent, Thrill Kill Kult samplin’, endless-source-of-one-liners The Doom Generation? As in : That movie with Rose McGowan so white hot in her role as Amy Blue that you either wanted to be her or be with her or what-the-fuck-ever / I-can’t-even-relate-to-you, and Parker Posey‘s best cameo appearance probably, oh, ever, and of course Margaret Cho also shows because we’ve known she’s way fucking cool since long before your newbie ass was schooled how obnoxious it is for one to refer to himself by the majestic plural “we”? And uh-huh, dark-sider with so much erudite goth damage I bet even your toilet paper and tissue is pitch-hued : even and especially I’m looking at you when I reference how cEvin Key from Skinny Puppy fractured his knee during filming?

gif, animated gif, POX, Lisa Hammer, Alizarinkryz, Kim Helms

Yes. Yes, that James Duval.

And nope, the omission of Frank the Rabbit and Donnie Darko from my truncated ramble was neither oversight nor indication aforementioned title is not also chamber-tombed to my heart [for it is! It is : and how] but rather a reminder that fucking OATH, my beloved Bloggination! There’s a topic of much greater import to which I’m attempting to tend!

So, um. That being said? The film also features . . .

Kimberly Dzwonkowski, a.k.a. Kim Helms, whose performance is so effing g-damn genius; it’s full-on intracranial hemorrhage territory.

Levi Wilson, as the suicide punch meister of your masturbatory fantasies,

Sue Fletcher, as the neurotic loyal devoteé who deems herself “Mrs. POX.” [ And rightly so! ]

Do not, however, mistake her — or rather : her character, totes and obvs — for a groupie. If the subtitled still frame hovering above this cluster of text doesn’t clarify the distinction, then honey : I don’t know what to tell you . . . [ A simple suggestion, perhaps? Two words : Life Alert. Pleazh is all mine, Bee Tee Doubs ]

Incidentally, well aware I’m giving Generous in the screen cap department, though rest assured that it’s been anything but mad cazh or madly random. Au contraire, the act is one of scrupulous selection — of painstaking deliberation — by which I attempt to illustrate the gravitas of the sitch, bitch. Said another way? This film tackles some serious territory. That’s “serious” with implied italics. You feelin’ me?

And the atmosphere? Oh, how it delivers. Yes!

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She Ain’t Ugly; She’s My Shyla.

Rifling through the ridiculous four-digit number of unanswered missives clogging my In-Box like a steady diet of deep-fried dill pickles, KFC and biscuits slathered in bacon fat does the arteries, it took but a cursory glance at the last sacrilegious e-card Ugly Shyla sent starring Scooter (R.I.P.), her three-legged cat, and I was transported back to April of 2003.  Convergence, an annual festival for those more shadowy in spirit, had booked me as a spoken word performer among that year’s roster.  Jared, ever the trooper in terms of road trips, had joined me on this excursion to Las Vegas: convention capitol of the world, tackiest city in the country, and home of the flamingo-themed Hilton hotel where for four days it was as if a black cloud descended upon its fuchsia presence.

That’s when I first “officially” met Shyla ♥—

Why the quotation marks?  A counter-culture periodical entitled  Swag had premiered around this time, and both Shyla and I graced its pages.  I’d read the feature on her and hence already knew about the ‘morbid fine art’ dolls she creates, her involvement with the performance art troupe (A-M-F), her wicked sense of personal style (fish-hooks through flesh used in lieu of garter belts), how her mom (known in the scene as ‘Goth Mom’) turned her on to the joys of John Waters, Satanism and transvestites.  All of that was fine and fascinating, but—more than anything—I was intrigued by the knowledge that this remarkable creature hailed from a tiny town called Jennings, Louisiana.

My own history composed of 18 years in Nowheresville, Arkansas—where I grew up not on a street, but a ‘Rural Route’ consisting of dirt and gravel—I can’t help but be drawn to other southern-fried freaks.  Not so much for the sake of sharing tear-stained stories of persecution, but rather because some of the most fascinating individuals I’ve ever met have sprouted from completely random spots among The Fly-Over States’ detritus.  While it sucked with sharp fangs during those days of puberty and pimples, I’m grateful to have developed as an individual without a clique to inform or guide me.  Said another way?  There was no “Check-List of Cool,” no tables in the caf polarized by those who fit within the parameters of Punk, Goth, Mod, Ska, etc.

When there’s no need to conform among the non-conformists?  That’s when the aberrant has an opportunity to define itself.

But I digress.  Ugly Shyla is aberrant, if anything—and sick, sick, siiiick in the best sense of the word.


::  A Sexy Shyla Pin-Up Print :: Available Through Her Web Shop ::

We clocked each other in the (ahem) “Bizarre Bazaar”: me in a custom Liz McGrath pinstripe suit adorned with gaping wounds and open sores oozing with red glitter; she in a pristine white baby doll dress that’d been ripped apart and re-stitched with thick black thread to match her full-eye black sclera contacts.

Sure, there’s the blue hair, the fishnets: this is familiar territory for most of us.

But once we made it past the “Don’t-I-Know-You-From…” social pleasantries?

That’s when I began to learn the good stuff.


:: artwork utilizing menstrual blood as a medium ::

Don’t just take my word for it, though.

Stop by her self-proclaimed “trailer park of the internet” ( Ugly Shyla Dot Com ); peruse her on-line gallery ( Ugly Art Dot Net ); give her Etsy marketplace a gander ( Ugly Art On Etsy ) and come to your own conclusions.

Rather than a welcome mat, you’ll be greeted by an image of your hostess bound in a warm, fuzzy straightjacket.  It might be hard to make out what she’s saying on account of the Hannibal Lecter-Lite safety guard that obscures her mouth…but if you look deep into those eyes eclipsed by contact lenses a ruptured shade of red, there’s an inherent sense that in Ugly Shyla’s world—complete with gauche magenta-on-pink animal-print wallpaper and the royal proclamation “Mental Illness With Style” scrawled in a gorgeous font rife with manic intensity—this is her version of an invitation to step inside.

Then, once you ease into the nascent stages of dementia via multi-sensory bombardment,

once you abandon all distinctions between what’s extreme and what’s extremely absurd,

it’s hard not to feel immediately welcomed…and at home.

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IN Utah This Week : June 2010 Coverage

Clint Catalyst,In Utah This Week

Special thanks to Amy Spencer and Alanja of the Dark Arts Festival!

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So. Damn. Deadly. Cute…

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

[dot] com

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.

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Scene Et Al: Photographic Evidence Of Adventures ‘Out & About’

Screen Grab from Lina Lecaro's

Picture 1 of 4

Coverage of the Alice in Wonderland party at Royal/T on February 4, 2010

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Clint Catalyst Interview In Imago Magazine, The “Fables Issue”

Issue Four (summer/fall 2009)

Imago is distributed in Canada at Chapters and other fine booksellers.

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Archived Interview: Clint Catalyst “Pop Quiz!” for Instinct Magazine

January, 2008:

In “Styled Child,” Alex Cho provides the JSYK via this Q & A…

Clint Catalyst, Celebrity Interview, Instinct Magazine

[ Direct Link : via Picturepush ]

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Zoetica Ebb Is A Hedonist. :: (…Isn’t Everyone?) ::

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,

Zoetica Ebb

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

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Because ‘Participant’ Is Not An Award, And Life Is Not The Special Olympics

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

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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:

Aldo Vento

flaunts his Hater status
in black-on-black-on-black…

:: CLICK HERE FOR YOUR OWN ‘BARK OF SNARK’ ::

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Highly Covetable & Mysterious Merchandise

…& yes, I’m pissed the gents were left out!

A Message From The Designer:

“The glorious merchandise born of the dark union between fashion designer Jared Gold and visual artist Joshua Petker has just been posted for sale online. These haunting garments are VERY limited so…”

CLICK QUICK!

Personal faves?

(So killer, these tempt gender re-assignment!):

Petker-printed leggings,

an

ethereal drape top,

&

spats that slaughter

:: Metallic Leather Appliques for Days! ::

LOVE LOVE LOVE

THEM.

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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In LIFE Magazine, With Actress Annalynne McCord

Not an everyday experience for me, that’s for sure…

(So yeah, I’m kinda stoked about it — “You Got A Problem With That?”)

Don’t get me wrong:

I’m not delusional enough to think the hot little actress in the shot with me

Didn’t play an–ahem!–monumental role in terms of ‘placement.’

Though…

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Since I’m Experiencing A Bit Of WordPress Fail…

i.e., my inability to upload images to the “library.” Really infuriating, in case I haven’t mentioned…

I found it only apropos to post this footage I came across.

I’ll tell ya: it’s really…somethin’.



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One Month. An Amtrak Train. First Class Cabins, and A Slew of Renegades…

Sound like a challenge you might be into?


Experience the Magic! See it Live…!

Become

Part

of

Jared

Gold’s

Traveling

Renegade

Company!

We’re looking for one dedicated fashionista to join our troupe with the Jared Gold Renegade Tour this Fall. If you are awarded the
spot, you’ll get the down and dirty on what life’s like on the road for the models, the crew and the designers who work on my staff to
pull off the fabulous spectacle that is fashion. The pre-reqs are only that you get as many of your friends as you can to donate to
the AAF, You don’t even have to donate if you don’t want to… but I hope you do. When you donate, you become a member of my Mystery Circle. Join my club today, and the treasures of my kingdom are open to you… special offers, apparel, discounts, toys, and the possibility of going on the adventure of a lifetime. Everyone on my team has pledged $10 to the American Artisan Foundation™, which is the low, low cost of membership that helps me to create grassroots jobs across America. Tell a hundred friends to join, and if they do, and help us to regrow the fashion trade in America, special honors await! So join us, and tell all your friends that I’m creating fashion jobs across America, and could use their help. The more you bring on board, the closer you are to touring as a pro
with the nation’s only group of authentic Fashion Renegades!

Experience the luxeness of one month on the road traveling with Jared’s Renegade Tour… The Lights! The Magic The Mystery, The
Models! One of Jared’s Magic Circle will get the opportunity of a lifetime for high fashion adventure…

CLICK HERE
TO BECOME A MEMBER OF
THE MYSTERY CIRCLE