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Alright, so... for an overview of boxEIGHT's "This Ain't Mercedes Benz Fashion Week" this last/past Season's Offerings (Spring 2009) in L.A., Check it—
Clickity click for coverage of me "giving word" at boxEIGHT studios with appearances from: Peter Gurnz, Dirk Mai (formerly known as "Fingers Crossed"), Audrey Kitching, Lina Lecaro, Sammy from The Kids, "G," and Vanessa Gonzales—— along with the work of Yotam Solomon, Brian Lichtenberg and other high-octane fabulousness.
Truth be told, anticipation of Mr. Lichtenberg's show is what got me "in outfit" and out of the house, so I find it only apropos to highlight his latest work before transitioning into the next topic...
O.K., now that we've had a bit of 'the spandex strut' that has garnered Mr. Lichtenberg notoriety (with good reason—-this show did not disappoint, and those effing hats and headpieces still SLAUGHTER me...) *~ Slaughtering, I say! ~*~ S-L-A-U-T-E-R-I-N-G ~* Still, there's a shifting of gears // a bit of backstory:
The Altitude video was shot on Friday, October the 17th-- when I was (admittedly) full of more "piss and vinegar"* than I was by Sunday eve. *Thanks for the vernacular, granny. MEAN IT! I mean, c'mon: when do I deny the fact that I'm a dinosaur among the (AHEM!) "scene"? Consequently, my pal Gabriele and I nearly "pulled a Frankenstein" and bolted after the Rojas show: false eyelashes were wilting, and enthusiasm was becoming an act as difficult to keep up as the Chet B headpiece I'd tacked onto my noggin...
Then—a moment passed, only to be eaten by the next: a narcotic rush painted with such poetic visual precision, we were consumed by it.
Kucoon Fashion Show/Performance -- Spring 2009 Collection (Part One : the First Half)
Please forgive: this video clip kicks in once I'd rummaged through my recycled rubber "murse" and acquired my little cam in medias res,
as I wasn't, well...anticipating the need to record anything.
Hence, I do admit the reactions one might overhear 'off screen' aren't exactly eloquent. However, that's one of the reasons why I opt to express myself via pen, paper or notebook (be it college-lined or of the G4 ilk).
What often is a more animated, base manner exploding like confetti from inside of me Is but a temporal human response: those mannerisms/ histrionic outbursts and the like... (Oh, C'MON already! In layman's terms? Reminders that I'm a FLAWED HUMAN BEING who entertains himself by being "ornery!" Consider that my frickin' First Step or something. All right?)
(…and Here’s Part Two of the Visual Treats)
For instance: theoretically, If I were to "bum rush" the designers backstage for an impromptu interview...
my antics and semantics with Sheila B and Andrea Spratt, the duo responsible for the cornea-melting jewelry/design under the moniker Kucoon—
I'd be calm, mild-mannered and an inveterate pro with technical equipment.
(Or at least that's how I'd intend it to seem via a little 'revisionist re-write.')
Hyperbole, active verbs and sparkling consonants... Why not chronicle life as colorfully as one sees or makes it out to be?
And on that tip, the rhetorical questions continue with a nudge and a "Why don't you go ahead and hit up the personal site of my latest favorite find among the 'newbies' here in Smog City?"
There's nada there for the xy set in terms of PERSONAL "consumer consumption," (Love that Lily Allen!) but that by no means is an indication any gent with impeccable taste will be at a loss in terms of visual stimulation. Ya with me? As in, "Hrmm, that'd look really great on ______________." Everything moves with such heightened velocity this time of the year, a person might as well start shopping now: It seems like as soon as we scrub off the Halloween make-up and blink it's already SANTA TIME yet again... Insofar as the 'stand out' piece among the site?
The Amethyst Stalactite earrings are such stunners; in an alternate life—one in which I have scads of dinero and zilch insofar as student loans—
I'd buy a pair and turn one into a necklace, the other into a brooch.
Fashion is all about fantasy, anyway— here's but one of the ways mine come to fruition. Bring on the images and I'll find the words...