Clint Catalyst

“I’m burnin’ up/Burnin’ up for…”

Or at least yesterday, that’s how it was.

Today I’m rockin’ my little window unit for all it’s worth.

Before I gab on about Lenora Claire‘s Birthday Party Last Friday, The Thirteenth

I’ve gotta lay out this sitch…cause seriously? Somethin’ around 24 hours ago?

It seemed as if Dante decided to expound upon the canonized nine, starting with a ‘Tenth Circle’ update just for me and “the 2.0 of it all.”

Yes, we all know about the temperature in L.A.;

Yes it’s a pain-in-the-posterior to hear people complain….

But it was, what? Somewhere in the triple digits yesterday?

and the WALL UNIT HEATER

IN MY LIVING ROOM

WAS ON,

belching out a steady stream of its own furious temperature

to accompany the afternoon’s ‘Greenhouse Effect’
already living up to its name quite well

↓

Note to self: Queer-Bait, HANG UP THOSE EFFING CURTAINS! kthanx.

↑

AND THE [enter expletive of your choice] SIMPLY WOULDN’T TURN OFF.

I felt I’d become an unwilling participant of Bikram Yoga—except I wasn’t chanting and doing back-bends; I was cussing and fanning my tomato-hued face with a copy of V magazine.

Fortunately, I managed to coax a maintenance man to ‘come to my rescue,’ same-day service. But unfortunately? That meant I couldn’t abandon the sweat box to seek solace at a friend’s place, in a coffee shop, or– oh, I don’t know…down the street at “Rough Trade: Sex, Leather and Spurs”?

Jeezish, it just dawned on me how histrionic this post is thus far.

And speaking of HISTRIONICS – -

How about a clip of the incomparable James St. James

to keep the ‘drama quotient’ as high as…

The Houdini Mansion in the Hollywood Hills?

Give it a little look-see, and you’ll find cameos sprinkled throughout of Dirk Mai (whom I’ve been known to refer to as ‘The Artist Formerly Known As Fingers Crossed’,’ among a strand of other nicknames), Wilhemina model Sara Mohr,
and that damn Audrey Kitching.

(I mean, seriously— Who the F does she think she is? SHEESH!)

While I heart Lenora–and no doubt, she’s got a separate fan club for those mams-o-plenty themselves–I was fortunate to be hangin’ at that eldritch abode earlier in the day for a separate matter altogether.
(Hints: TV cameras, a feature ALL ABOUT HER status as a ‘subcultural icon’, and a high-profile European Host. Hrmmm…)

Nonetheless, reality T.V.’s an unpredictable beast (and when it comes to convoluted fine print? Full disclosure that I’m guilty of pulling the ol ‘ TLsemicolonDR myself)– hence, I’m not quite sure what’s verboten and what I can or share with my OVERWHELMING READERSHIP (kidding, guys! RELAX ALREADY) on the interwebz at this juncture in time.

I can, however, share some snapshots sent my way. (Big ups to photographers who don’t just claim they’ll do that shit–they [gasp!] actually *do* it, instead.)

One kind gent–with a painstakingly decorated Polaroid classic in tow, by the way– captured a flashbulb’s worth of my soul in this, a work by Chet B:

Of course, now I wish I would have taken a photo of him with that killer cam (D.I.Y. or die!) — but that would have been the sensible, easy thing to do.

I’ve come to terms with the fact that oftentimes I create obstacles for myself rather than just heading straight to the mark.

So, MARK THIS, Em Effers:

myspace.com/thelbcandlastreetscene

Among your browser bookmarks, natch.

Next up in my rant? (This here is my space, lazy Millennials. You can TL semicolon DR my honky ass!)

Behold the lovely lady on the right, who is none other than Irene Urias of Hairroin Salon. This betch is brilliant, and a major part of the best GLAM SQUAD in town – -
ain’t no doubt about it.

Thanks muches to James Michael Gomez for zappin’ this one at me.

And here’s a genius detail: in case his name isn’t setting off any police sirens in your mam– I mean, memory?

He’s the last person featured in the J.S.J. video clip, sporting one of my all-time favorite fashion accessories.
Shit like that ain’t seasonal;
it’s STREET CRED, straight-up.

Now that summer has descended her scorching UV rays upon us, I truly hope he wears shorts every day and werks the Sweet F.A. outta it.

Proof/Pudding: (Whoever claims LiLo isn’t a trend-setter can squat on down and BITE ME!)

But until then – -

Cruise on by

jamesplayshimself.blogspot.com

(Choice of font hue a little nod to the district,
IfYouKnowWhatIMean.)

Otherwise, I’LL be SEEING YA AROUND –

x o x o x

Gossip Girl, with an extra X
(rating)

on me: Jacket by Jared Gold; miniature top hat by Winter Rosebudd, & a way severe face-beating—complete with lashes—by the incomparable Stacey Hummell with her ‘air-brush from hell…’

UPDATE!

GORGEOUS SLIDE SHOW OF LENORA CLAIRE
(Whom I’d Deem A ‘Fruit-Fly,’ Not ‘Fag-Hag’…
Though Honestly? I Think She’s Too Cool To Care)

(I mean…seriously: This Betch Is On Fiiiiiire!)

INCLUDING THIS CREW O’ NE’ER-DO-WELLs:

(Harumph!)

UP NOW ON LAWEEKLY.COM,
THANKS TO THE LOVELY LINA LECARO.

(Curious to see the other slew of guests? We actually bailed early due to other commitments–
so some of these were a surprise to me, as well!)

And people claim L.A. has no “underground scene.”

How about THIS SEGMENT OF THE POPULATION then, peeps?

Perhaps I’m mistaken, but umm…
I spy not one thread of ‘Abercrombie’ or ‘Juicy.’

et tú?

Color me outta here—

»Read More