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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:
Didn’t play an–ahem!–monumental role in terms of ‘placement.’
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
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,
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…
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?
[ Envision Appropriate Emoticon ]
x o x o x
C l i n t”
Sleep-deprived, eyes feel like my corneas have been fried by my monitor,
just spent something like a nine-hour span working on what
less than 15 minutes after my marathon of fingerprints
I’m already thinking was a lame concept to develop.
But enough with the waaaahmbulantastic “tl;dr”—
lemme get this outta the way instead:
As an art fag, yeah:
I’m backin it.
Full Appreciation/Yes, Indeed
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Plus The Uh, Phrase Most Anticipated
Turns Up The Heat
That Much Higher
An A.D.D.-Addled Aries Having Concentration Issues?
Never. Heard. Of It.
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Here Comes The Part Where I Get To Brag About My Friends [!]
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MASSIVE CONGRATS to that dang adorable Liz McGrath ♥—
who’s not only one of my favorite visual artists, but also the lead singer of Miss Derringer.
Because I adore the poopsmear outta her, I can’t help but give a big HOLLAH over their front page feature
in Spinner this week. I’m not an aol person, but allegedly this is the most downloaded site for music on-line…
Whatever the case, “Black Tears” is bitchen—& seeing a friend succeed makes me happy, indeed.
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Here Comes The Part Where I Tell You What’s CHOICE Tonight
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Nightcrawlers, Style Fiends, Socialites & Scene Queens:
File this one under MUST, as it’s an unexpected diversion from all those clubs you’re Sooo Over,
or an early-evening option that’s workable if you have to break your slumber early Sunday morn.
For you die-hards, however? Get In Outfit, &
consider this your Starting Point for making the proverbial ‘Rounds’:
Cocktails & Cute Art—With An Even Cuter Crowd!
Just in case you missed the memo:
Hairroin is the white-hot epicenter of WIN
The most innovative crew of Scissormeisters in town,
Who are ON the IT before it’s even begun…
Owner Janine Jarman is one of five contestants in this year’s
Oh Shit. What’s it called? NAHA? Is that right?
National Competition / Vegas This Year / Category: Avant Garde
Out of hundreds of applicants, it’s now down to the Final Five.
I SAY: HIT IT, & GO GET IT,
x o x
It’s L.D.O.* that I’m HOOKED—
* ”Like, Duh, Obviously!”
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And speaking of Hooked,
The Illustrious Double C’s
→ LOOK OF THE MONTH ←
[ Photo credit: Josh "Curious Josh" Weiss ]
Favorite Club Night in The City
& TRUST: I Wouldn’t Anoint Such A Title Unless I’m fully backin-it…
The rump-shakin’ extravaganza is happening again, TONIGHT
at The Echoplex
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Their 3-Year Annniversary Party last month was effing fantastic.
I went with my pals Pedro Z & the Never-Ceases-To-Be-Stunning Adele Mildred:
Milliner. Clothing Designer. Visual Artist—&
Pastel Pirate for the eve.
Dear Lord, I love this girl…
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Outlasted both of ‘em on the dance-floor, though.
I’m telling you, & I’m telling you now:
HOME SKILLET HAD SOME ISSUES THAT SERIOUSLY NEEDED
TO GET THE F-BOMB WORKED ON OUT.
— o u t —
With my O.G. Bitches, D.J. Adrian
& The Mysterious D at the decks,
slingin’ siiiick-ass mixes of tracks
that normally wouldn’t rub shoulders with each other…
let alone get layered-up & thrown down
Keep it Fully D.L. re: my headshrinker, but I think
burning down the floor did more good than an obscenely-priced office visit.
Maybe two of them, even.
Blogster Aman of Aman-About-Town
Really Is…& I ain’t mad about it!
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If I Have To Tell You How or Why It’s Funny?
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Also, spot-check who else I found
Mr. DrunkRockers of the Dot Com Himself:
“What’s in a name,” though. Riiight?
What’s in a name, asks Clint Catalyst, rhetorically.
Slingin mad affection your direction, &
HOPE TO SEE SOME OF MY PEEPS UP IN THERE THIS P of M!
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