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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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Adding Psychic Wounds to The Art of Bleeding

October 2011 : Clint Catalyst

Readings/Spoken Word Performances

 

Saturday, October 29, 2011 (Hollywood, CA)

with
MARGARET CHO (Drop Dead Diva, The Cho Show)
KIM FOWLEY w/ NOIZEE & BRIANNA GARCIA
JIM TURNER (Duck’s Breath Mystery Theatre, 2-Head Dog)
TOBY HUSS (Carnivàle, Adventures of Pete & Pete)
SELENE LUNA (The Cho Show, My Bloody Valentine 3D)
CLINT CATALYST (Cottonmouth Kisses, 1000 Ways To Die, The Adonis Factor)
MICHELLE CARR (Velvet Hammer, The Berber Show)
Emcee: BIENO SVENGALI (Svengali Magic)

The Vitals:

PLEASE NOTE : THIS IS AN EARLY SHOW (8-10 p.m.)

10/29/11
“Halloween Highway 2 : Art of Bleeding and Guests”
Art of Bleeding
Steve Allen Theatre
4773 Hollywood Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA
8:00 p.m. — 10:00 p.m.
Linkature: Facebook Event Page , Facebook Group
All Ages (Though Not Recommended for Children)
$10 Admission
Contact: comedy@artofbleeding.com , abram@artofbleeding.com
❧ Or via Facebook (Please see links above)

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About Art of Bleeding:

“The Art of Bleeding is a uniquely non-accredited educational institution offering powerful and ego-destabilizing lessons in health and safety. Our presentations (often staged from an ambulance) utilize live performance, film, puppets, music, animation, and thinly veiled medical fetishism to explore the topic of catastrophic health emergencies within the framework of children’s television programming.”


Hemoglobin Hotties

Also, here’s a little
Animated GIF

via Mine Archives:

Bloody Cool ? Reverend Al Ridenour’s Antics Define ‘Sick’ In The Best Sense Of The Word

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Though I digress. More about
The Last Saturday of October!

“This Halloween weekend, The Art of Bleeding will once again transform the Steve Allen Theater parking lot into a ghoulish carnival of entertaining catastrophes featuring a SPECTACULARLY REAL MULTI-VEHICLE CAR-CRASH TABLEAU.

Against a smoldering backdrop of twisted cars, you’ll have the opportunity to hear TRUE STORIES OF MEDICAL HORRORS and ACCIDENTS from a rotating line-up* of storytellers including MARGARET CHO, ANDY DICK, JIM TURNER, TOBY HUSS, EDDIE PEPITONE, SELENE LUNA, DON BOLLES, STEPHEN HOLMAN, CLINT CATALYST, MICHELLE CARR, KIM FOWLEY, DUKEY FLYSWATTER, DANNY SHORAGO, KIM STODEL, BIENO SVENGALI, and more.

Providing dubious educational counterbalance to these tales of trauma will be THE ART OF BLEEDING’S “Magic Ambulance Theater,” a tragically misguided children’s show featuring gore-drenched actors, pedantic Safety Ape, bickering robot, and an ample array of attendant nurses in less-than-ample wardrobe.

FEMALE BLOOD WRESTLING, and a frighteningly live sound-performance installation by the enigmatic medical miracles of BOUNCEHAUSEN round out the evening.

And by all means, feel free to come in your Halloween costume! Doctors, nurses, and ESPECIALLY accident victims encouraged. Prizes for outstanding achievements related to our theme.”

(Again, there’s a high likelihood this show may not be appropriate for children.)

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TICKETS AVAILABLE VIA:

Steve Allen Theater

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*Please note: this event takes place three separate evenings.  I’ve listed the the night in which I’m a participant, for reasons that should be obvious— but hey! Maybe you’re not super-saturated with information on a daily basis, nagging like a steady succession of pop-up ads programmed to auto-start with a You-Will-Watch-Me insistence so gauche, your keyboard locks, a carcinogenic hue plagues your screen and sweeps it dark as

Oh, #whatever

I’m sure any of the nights will be fun.  I just hope to see you when I’ll be there, so we can . . .


Insofar as caloric value?  Of that I’m not certain

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AUTOMOBILE SCULPTURE: Clod Wrinkleman, Al Ridenour

ART OF BLEEDING MAGIC AMBULANCE THEATER: Randy Horton, Phil Glau, Al Ridenour, Eric Ridenour, Auriana Borealis, Jezebelle X, Harmony Rose, Tayler Jones, B.J & Eileen Winslow, Erin Robotmachine.

BOUNCEHAUSEN: Jason Hadley, Elizabeth Herndon, Joe Borfo, Cathy Gingerly, Rev. Mook, Rev. Dak J. Ultimak, Kel, Nicole Arneson, Matteo Oettam, Tim Wheeler, Esther Napastick, Michel Cicero, Todd Sterling

BLOOD WRESTLING: Auriana Borealis, Snow Mercy, Chrystal Skye

Projections by LUCID PROJECTIONS.

CADILLAC AMBULANCE AND GEAR courtesy NIK WHITE

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“I Make Very Expensive Clothes That Are Very Uncomfortable To Wear.”

Mildred Von Hildegard’s Twitter bio might seem terse to some, pretentious to others. Whereas in my case? This cheeky yet charming description intensified an element of intrigue and jangly-limbed anticipation for our introduction-via-collaboration this Saturday past.

I Don’t Do ‘Friendly’ † Photo : Dirk Mai † Make-Up : Stacey Hummell

In a city illustrious for back-handed, capped-teeth “compliments” and unpredictable, unspoken disdain thinly disguised by a veritable check-list of publicists’ blanket statements, Hildegard’s choice for her 160-characters-or-less slot on The ‘Twits seemed fitting with the images I’d seen of her clothing designs: anachronistic — a fetish posture collar adorned with tattered lace, roses in an array of shadowy hues and elements of Victorian mourning attire; sensual — soft tattered edges, the type of attire that fingertips long to touch; unapologetic — ruched leather, straps and buckles arranged without regard to which body parts “should” or “shouldn’t” be exposed. Essentially, her handiwork is the antithesis of all that is red carpet Hollywood and relentlessly bourg.

Known to her public by the moniker Mother of London, Hildegard is a seminal talent both coveted and revered by fashion cognoscenti. Consequently, she’s rabidly hunted by L.A.’s handful of fashion-forward stylists — hence her stitch-witchery gracing the cover of the latest S Magazine [ on the explosive Juliette Lewis ], along with editorials in Numero, AnOther magazine, Bizarre, Playboy, Marquis, et al.

Said another way? While I’m unsure how many details of aforementioned ‘Secret Project’ I’m permitted to share at this juncture in time, a detail I can share is this: upon arrival at the studio, I discovered a stylist had hoarded the collar Her Mother Almightiness intended for the shoot.

Photo : Dirk Mai † Make-Up: Stacey Hummell

It’s a vicious business, fashion. All the same, we managed to share an afternoon with neither smileage nor spontaneity in short supply. Granted, the all my collaborative efforts with Mssr. Mai, each has produced its own set of explosive alchemical reactions resulting from a mixture of mysticism, madness, the Not only does The Mother corrupt traditional perceptions of fetish-wear and period costume, but she’s also adorable, donning death metal t-shirts and boundless charisma in the process.

Yes, my choice of verbiage was deliberate — just as one can be over-dressed in attitude — and yes, I hope to be swathed in her sublime regalia again in the not-too-distant future. Of more immediate import, however — particularly for those quite a distance from her L.A. showroom — I have advantageous news :

Between October 2008 and now [or, with more the 22nd of May, Two Thousand and Ten], this textile fascinatrix has posted a mere six items in her etsy shop.

Two of the six are fresh on the market, and while they’re categorized as menswear, I’d classify them as UNISEXY…

an asymmetrical leather collar

:: detailed view [ of both the handiwork and model Dylan Monroe ] ::

&

detachable sleeves, made of 100% vegan faux ostrich texturized leatherette

Grab your credit cards while you can, style fiends. Who knows how long it’ll be till the next opportunity presents itself…

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CFF – Two Awards For Catalyst In 2008

“Renaissance Man Of The Year” and “Author With Most Anticipated New Release” from outré arts journal CFF

(Oh, and about that ‘new release’? I’m getting a bit impatient myself, thankyouverymuch…)

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Lenora Claire TAKES. IT. THERE. (Archived Blogature, Fer Shure!)

“I’m burnin’ up/Burnin’ up for…”

Image for Entry 1213881357

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:

Audrey Kitching,Clint Catalyst,Clint Catalyst and Audrey Kitching,Audrey Kitching and Clint Catalyst,Clint and Audrey,Audrey and Clint,scene queen,scene queens,scene king,scene kings,scene kings and queens,scene queens and kings

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.

Audrey Kitching,Clint Catalyst,Irene Urias,Hairroin Salon,Irene from Hairroin,Irene of Hairroin Salon,Houdini Mansion,Lenora Claire's birthday party,Clint and Audrey,Audrey Kitching and friends,Audrey Kitching and Clint Catalyst,Audrey Kitching rare photos,Hairroin Salon

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)

Lenora Claire


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

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


LA WEEKLY beautiful people HOUDINI MANSION

(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—

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