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“I’m Nikki Fucking Narcotic. Do You Know How Many Friends I Have On MySpace?!”

May 26, 2011 by · 5 Comments 

SCENE QUEEN

[ It's Nikki.  Y'know, Nikki Narcotic . . . Yeah, Well: NIKKI KNOWS. You know?! ]

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“I’m sick & fucking tired of all these haters!”

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Oh, GL▲SS †33†H :

How you fill my shattered, charcoal-stained heart with glee.

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There was a moment—a brief blip on history’s collective monitor, one might say—in which
the tiara-adorned Scene Queen had a significant role in the inexplicable phenomenon
referred to as “ CeWebrity .” [ Yes, I know it's heinous. Do I need to spell every— ]

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[ CUT TO ] : a formulaic Wiki HowHow-ToTribute Videos ; an on-line ‘zine & social
networking community ; hubs like Be-Scene.orgScene Central, a virtual locale for
“ladies in waiting” [ no, but really ] & aspiring Scene Kings to—hell, I don’t know…
compare quiz scores while waiting to see if their applications for anointment
were accepted, I suppose.

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Some of the O.G. S.Q.s [ yep, sure did ] parlayed their notoriety into lucrative businesses.
Others?  Well, I’m sure they could tell you.

As for the new breed?

For fuck’s sake, don’t call yourself a ” scene queen .” [ or king . . . or TS, etc. ]
EVER.

That’s. . .just. . . humiliating.

Whatever the case,

as with Cosmo, The Rules or any other ‘How-To’ Guide :
If you really want to

Live The Dream

&     BE      A

Scene Queen

My advice?
Bust your own fkn’ move.

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Don’t get me wrong: there’s some wicked adorable kids among the lot,
fantastic explosions of color and creative expression .

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[ Courtney Dior = one such example of Cuteness ]

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hyper-hyphenate
[ photographer/poet/model/memoir author ] Kris Kidd

image credit : Kesler Tran

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However, insofar as Nikki?

Short of the long: this  amalgamation fictitious character encapsulates the monstrous end of the spectrum,
in which rigid Ranking Systems and bratty, entitled behavior is the norm.

C H E C K   ±   I T  :

 

NARC by GL▲SS †33†H

[ Mmm-hrmm. Yeah, whatever Nikki. Bet your skank-ass extensions you'd troll efagz
to see if your asinine antics merit discussion, even. ]

But enough about Nikki—she’s so 2007, I’m surprised she isn’t donning a miniature top hat smothered
in Hello Kitty appliques while “modeling” a cupcake, middle finger of her other hand
extended in that universal gesture of bad breeding.

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What I’m really here to talk about?
The Correctness Maximus who immortalized her :  GL▲SS †33†H

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It’s like this:

What you need in your life is a physical copy of their EP
available through Black Bvs Records

Unless, of course, you’re like Andie Walsh & have more pressing issues…

N a m e l y , the dilemma of

Pretty In Pink

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prom queen by GL▲SS †33†H


[ Oh, & Y E S : Another Cyanide-Coated Piece of Perfection, It Is! ]

Prom Queen

[ digital downloads available via Bandcamp ]

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Also, out now
through Phantasma Disques :

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GL▲SS †33†H / ℑ⊇≥◊≤⊆ℜ [of Mater Suspiria Vision ]

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[ Full disclosure: I even went so far as to pre-order a copy, like the fan girl I'm not. . .usually ]

Additional resources for this band that’s been dominating my nano as of late :

[ on The 'Tubes ]

GL▲SS †33†H on Facebook

MySpazz

Last.fm

 

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Legendary Haunt HOUSE OF USHER: A Resurrection

August 13, 2010 by · 5 Comments 

this weekend: Friday, August 13th & Saturday, August 14th
Two Thousand & Ten A.D.

the roving, decadent, well-bedecked beast
is taking up residence at The Uptown in Oakland, CA

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“…as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”

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:: but what is this ‘House of Usher’—this legendary construct of myth & mirth & mystery—without its cast of characters, its inhabitants? ::

First, Please Allow Me To Present…

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Shawni Brothers, Proprietress of The Estate

The question posited, I hereby present a sampling of retinal treats under the auspices that it might inspire any indecisive whine-&-diners of this, my self-named blogature, to readjust one’s posture.

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Sir Xavier Haight, The Gentleman of The House
&
Vocalist/Founder of Malign, The Critically-Acclaimed Darkwave Project

Cutting to the chase, with the swath of a switchblade: If you live anywhere in the vicinity of this one-two punch of delectable darkness: even a cursory glance at the gorgeous creatures that follow should propel you off your gluteous maximus & rifling through your closet.

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Case in point? The hyper-hyphenate & über-hottie Zoetica Ebb, as pictured above. Of course, you could stay in tonight & lurk endless jpegs of her posted at Biorequiem, her home base among the internet ethers—or you could even go all brainiacattack (accusations of gay? who, me? NEVER. I would not!) & explore Miss Ebb’s prolific outpourings at the subculturally essential—let alone just downright damn sublime—thick & slick & glossy-paged love-letter to alternative culture known as  Coilhouse magazine, of which she was a co-founder.

Or, hey!  Here’s an idea: how ’bout you just stay home with a family-sized bag of Cheetos & instead of licking the nuclear-hued dandruff off your fingertips, close your eyes & BEAT IT, BOSS
all breathin’ heavy & visualizing this fab fascinatrix you might—no promises from me, as this world we live in? a pretty damn cruel place…

But yeah, you might have a chance to stand close enough to do borderline* creepy stuff like fill your lungs with the stink of her hair.

The asterisk on “borderline”?  Bitch, you already know this! Because when we’re crushed-out, there’s some intense delusional hormones released that sell us clichés like how [we] “can’t help the way we feel,” and “no, I really mean it, you guys: this time isn’t like the last time when I said it’s about time I found the right [pick a pronoun, rinse, repeat; double-up on those appointments to the shrink, as close friends will only sigh in disgust, hang up, or pay someone to fark some sense into you. Quickly].”

Kay, I really need to focus here.

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Ah! That’s right! The equation of your hormones with a jaunt to Usher this fine eve…

Unless, of course, you’ve slipped past that veritable point of ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE into a life of Ed Hardy sweatpants, woven leather belts the color of fecal matter, headbands from mega-corporate “non-corporate” franchises prominently listed—even & especially if by invisible ink—on the trustafarian American-Apparel-Apparel-Is-My-Idea-Of-Slumming, Ma-a-an pseudo post-post-ironic Hipster Checklist Of [COUGH!] Cool.

✷ Cunty Ranting Hereby Interrupted for A Ceasura of Correctness Maximus ✷

L O O K  †  U P O N
T H E S E † L O V E L Y † L A D I E S

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Nakoeth [L] a.k.a. ‘The D.J. Formerly Known As Fuchsia’: Esteemed Provisionist of Hand-Picked Auditory Delights, &
Sorrel Smith [R], A Prodigious Talent of The Visual Arts Who Renders
Her Paintings, Portraits, & Illustrations With Consummate Skill

✷ Palettes Cleansed, Corneas Stimulated…HEED THESE WORDS AS ‘CAUTION TAPE’ FOR YOUR PSYCHE, ✷ As There’s A Shifting Of Gears Back To Vitriolic Territory ✷ (Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.) ✷

Pfft! Oh.&.Yeah: The “Checklist of Cool.” That tripe’s more played-out than Dexy Midnight Runner’s lethal earworm known as “Come On Eileen,”  but then again?  Chances are if you’ve read—that’s read, any blog-skimmerexic stereotypes who’re in full-blown desperato zone, scrolling with sweaty palms & a  staggering 2.8 second average attention span (thanks to the ADHD Pharmers calculated into the same demo/grapho/frankly, let’s-not-get-too-graphic, whose intake of Mother’s Little Helpers fluff up those stats as effectively as a porn set’s invaluable blow-hards working behind-the-scenes)…

Anyway, as I was saying–or, at the very least, attempting to communicate before I reverted to an unfortunate habit of interrupting myself with tangential matter & tossing parentheses around with the same ease as a game of horse-shoes…

:: HERE. HERE’S THIS ::

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with Ryan Rosprim [L], Maker-Ov-Musick from Kill Sister Kill:
A Band Among the ‘Short List’ of House Faves
& on the [R]? Most applicable? The Court Jester, if anything!
(Incidentally, if I look like a bitch here? Alas! A photographic representation that’s accurate)

You you you, yeah, you: with your insatiable hunger for celebrity gossip, commerce tagged as “sharing a secret” (such a flagrant ploy to incite the domino effect among the dumbed-down click, copy, paste & repost crowd to create viral content…yet just like the anything-but-accidental exposure of thongs several inches above [insert name of trendy jeans] horizon being the visual equivalent of a mating call, it’s as fool-proof as the endless supply of fools).

Umm, yeah. Whaddya say we don’t “revisit” the aforementioned yawn-fest (not to mention time-suck kthnxthoractuallyeallynot) & visualize the rapid sweeping gesture responsible for ~magic~ on a dry erase board.  Yeah yeah, you know: the trademark disappearing act that occurs when ✷ POOF! ✷  It’s  the same blinding white hue working actors & “working boys” have for teeth.

Anyway, so now? Keep that imagination crankin’! Since, upon it, there’s been an addition of verdant green text in which a new topic—an assignment, if you will—occupies that space with the insistence of CAPS LOCK.

The message? Consider this an invitation to (envision air quotes here) follow my lead &
commence whatever personal rituals permit you to complete your destination of being
:: Suited & Booted ::

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Above This Text, The Look? Four Words, My Applause: I SEE NO FLAWS

As aforementioned, here’s a dangerously delectable sampling of the historical haunt’s gorgeous creatures dressed in sumptuous fineries.  However!  Before any butt-hurt gloomophiles dial whine one one for the What About Me?! What About Me!? waaahbumlance to arrive, with a stern tone, I reiterate: this is but a small cross-section of the legendary bar’s “intimate associates.” A vast array of ‘regulars’ populated Usher’s environ over the years; these pictures just happen feature some of the individuals who—for whatever various & sundry reasons—appealed to the “peculiar sensibilities & temperamentof this humble blog’s narrator.

 

Or, to quote Poe (yet again!): my “reserve [has] been always excessive & habitual.”

Here’s to
Cheers to

T H E  † E X C E S S I V E  †  &  †  T R A N S G R E S S I V E

Exhibit A:

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Sensual, Though Inherently Too Cultivated & Chic For One Dare To Describe As ‘Slutty.’
Sophisticated, Though With A Sufficient Accumulation Of Accolades; i.e., No Need To Be A Show-Off. An Infectiously Engaging Conversationalist—Perhaps The Most Charmingly Macabre Individual I’ve Ever Met, Actually. If you’re familiar with the photography of Eric Kroll, Steve Diet Goedde, Charles Gatewood, &/or Richard Kern (et al), you’ve seen her likeness: or rather, the image this anthropology major & multi-faceted individual chose to project at that precise moment in time.

A maestro of oil, Anna Noelle Rockwell‘s paintings explore the sublime intersection where
the gorgeous & the grotesque intersect.  Just click it & check ‘em, already… (For feck’s sake!)

Exhibit B:

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Gabriele: Conjurer Of Thunderstorms & Lunar Apparitions, Dark Liquidtrance Bloodscapes,
Scrying, Writhing Vampiric Chasms, Stitch-Witchery Of Glamoured Fabrications,
Brightly-Colored Tarot Playthings In A Physical Shape & Smash-Lit State Of Mind
Like No Other, Cemeterial Moonlit Gloom, & Body-Popping.

No typo, that: Black Magic & Body Popping

A individual in a wonderfully warped sense of the word, & a collector’s dream.

Exhibit C:

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Though I Can’t Tell You If It’s From When He Was Or Wasn’t A ‘Prince,’
With All Certainty, I Concur With The Sentiment: Natalie? She’s Got The Look, Yes

Exhibit D:

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Paris Sadonis: A Master of Multiple Instruments; A Painter, Performance Artist & Musician Known For Pushing Boundaries—Particularly With The Rotating Cast Of Collaborators in The Audio-Visual Pastiche He Both Created & Orchestrates: EXP. ‘EXPerimentation Without Limitation’ is a doctrine among the collective; ‘Catharticism Is The Key To Our Satisfaction’ is another.

» Oh, but there’s MOAR » “Beneath The Cut!” »

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So. Damn. Deadly. Cute…

April 15, 2010 by · 11 Comments 

I’m vergin’ on a

HAUTE

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HAUTE

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HAUTE  ATTACK!

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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

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[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

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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

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is most right-on, indeed!

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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?


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—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):


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BAM!   Be it

xx or xy,

THIS. IS. UNISEXY.

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Scrying. Divination. Skin. Magick. Mad Style. Ten Inchers. † THESE NEW PURITANS †

March 12, 2010 by · 8 Comments 

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Hidden, the sophomore release by British “art-rockers” These New Puritans, is now available Stateside. You know, as in: domestically. It’s a lot of things, this aural assault: a mélange of the cinematic and the classical, the intimate and the evasive, the post-modern and the profound. However, one adjective that isn’t applicable for what’s quickly become my favorite release of the year (thus far)? Sophomoric.

Spot-check this Most Correct clip for the album’s single “We Want War,” directed by Daniel Askill:

click here to obtain :: the ‘neither of either’ :: a ten-incher :: my favorite size… of VINYL, sleazebags!

(Gahhh! Mind/Cable Telly, Much?)

&, for those prone to the “Covet. Love It” when it comes to collectibles…

These New Puritans have rarities to offer their disciples:

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(A deluxe version of the CD, complete with 80 pg. hardback book? Drool-worthy.)

Full Disclosure: While I Loathe Band “Groupies” (seriously? try screaming at an art opening or academic conference—that’s subversive… whereas offering to give roadies head for a laminate back-stage? such a seventies’ cliché; I’m yawning), I Have An Insatiable Affinity For The Limited-Edition/Signed-&-Numbered/Gatefold/Box Set/3″ CD/10″ EP/Colored Vinyl/Picture Disc Of It All.

& no, I won’t be gauche & remind you I’m an Aries. Instead, moving right along…

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—image of the band taken from their page at Last.fm (Don’t Ignore It; Explore It!)—

The video for “Elvis,” a single from the band’s premiere album Beat Pyramid , is also Most God, Indeed.

† “We’re all waiting/Or Forever Made/And if there is a God, then please take me up…” †

Consider the gents on the handsome side?  You’re not alone.  Twin brothers Jack (vocals) and George Barnett (drums) have been ogled by the fashion set since the band’s inception in 2005. Before they’d even released a full-length album, designer Hedi Slimane commissioned the “band” (translation: George, whom Slimane also featured on the catwalk) to record a soundtrack for his final collection at Dior Homme, the “Hiver” 2007 runway show. This was Barnett’s first professional modeling gig, though the demand for pale, angular creatures from the xy set has kept him busy: campaigns for Lanvin and Ray-Ban; editorials in Dazed & Confused, Zoo, Arena Homme +, 10, GQ, Another Man, and Vogue Hommes Japan; and runway work for dozens of designers, including Burberry Fall/Winter 10/11, Prada, YSL, Alexander McQueen, Gareth Pugh, Dries van Noten, Veronique Branquinho, Galliano, and Gucci.

However, insofar as far as my own taste goes? Not that you asked, but I’m backin’ Jack over George. & speaking of back, let’s do exactly THAT

with

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Review of Pills, Thrills, Chills and Heartache — Instinct Magazine

February 22, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

February 2004

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Review Of Pills, Thrills, Chills and Heartache — Flaunt Magazine

January 29, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

Issue 52, The “Spring Fashion Issue”

While the process of uploading/archiving/formatting my site to WordPress is—generally speaking—yawnsville territory, the occasional film strip I “re-visit” compensates for the pain-in-the-assery of it all : remembrances of whom was with me, where I was, the tilt-a-whirl of excitement I felt upon picking up the copy of Flaunt, in which this brief review (see: paragraph three) appeared…

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Massive thanks and congratulations, B.B.:  In five sentences, you target the subject matter with a marksman’s precision. Not only is this excerpt testament to a well-honed sense of verbal dexterity, but the analysis also exhibits a sophistication—namely, your ability to exude charm despite a frugal economy of language.

And thank you, Flaunt Magazine, for the elation (however fleeting).  I don’t even have to close my eyes, and I’m there again:  a 7-11 in Eagle Rock, bona-fide literary groupie Mark Ewert waiting in my grandmacamry while I made this pit stop to wherever it is he was staying.  The A.C. in the store is cranked, my skin a menace of gooseflesh as I stand, feet planted so I’m facing the magazine rack.  There’s a large expanse of glass behind the titles—does one call it a “window” if it’s never meant to be opened?—and on the other side of the freshly-Windexed surface that’s filling my lungs with a mildly toxic freon blue scent, dusk spreads itself across the asphalt sky, immense and in gasoline hues—a Molotov cocktail tossed onto the L.A. skyline.  A thick copy of Flaunt is in my hands, Selma Blair on the trademark die-cut double cover, and it’s the moment just after I flipped past Omahyra’s “Quinceñara” editorial: the moment when my eyes landed on this review, confirming the validity of what I’d heard, and as I’m scanning the words, a feeling comes over me that’s an onslaught of stimuli: it’s like being on a float in a parade, the crowd cheering; it’s like tossing a fistful of lit firecrackers; it’s a warmth of validation crawling into me by the fingertips, a delirious warmth, a fix I hadn’t even known I was craving. It’s my own Sally Fields moment, an implicit understanding of the fickle undercurrent in her Oscar acceptance speech when she gushed: “You like me, right now, you like me!”

I grab the other two copies from the shelf and head towards the cashier, not giving a damn about the transitory nature of things.

I feel traces of it still: “You like me… You like me…”

“Right now, you like me!”

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Clint Catalyst’s Guide To Los Angeles (Interview for Gay.com by Josh Rotter)

December 28, 2009 by · 1 Comment 

DISCLAIMER!

✪ Please Note: ✪

At the time in which this interview was conducted, I didn’t exactly have an unbiased point-of-view.

Friends of mine had recently been laid off—a common occurrence in businesses when things like a “merger” occur… but wounds were still fresh, so to speak.  If not theirs—well, then mine, out of camaraderie.

Rather than call attention to the negative, I hope you’ll be able to apply the aforementioned statement in any instances where it might be [AHEM!] applicable.  As in: flagrantly.

Oh, &…it’s taken numerous attempts for my embarrassingly low-tech ass to get this archived Q & A to post within WP’s established parameters.

:: claws & any other applicable appendages hereby crossed —with— massive thanks to Josh Rotter & Gay.com! ::

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…And Suddenly, It’s Evening. The Gold Vs Petker Runway Show and Death-Dance Riot

September 13, 2009 by · 5 Comments 

crept up on me like a shadow.

One moment I’m in Iowa working with my comrades Dustin and Brian of Novice Industries; the next, I’m rushing to hair and make-up with my pal Aldo o’ the Vento.

Aldo volunteered his services to help me out with door duty, which proved itself  much needed the moment we went from what was intended as a brief session of “helloing”–as pictured below, kicking off the evening with the lovely Jenelle Rensch, graphic design wiz (and incidentally the mastermind responsible for my CC logo in its final incarnation), Mr. Aldo Vento Himselfness, model and co-star with me in Matthew Mishory‘s  film “Delphinum: A Childhood Portrait of Derek Jarman,” which is currently winding its way about the international film festival circuit (the world premiere of which was 5 September 2009, at the Portobello Film Festival in London):

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and, you know, a familiar face, I suppose… shifting from Prancy, Postured, Poised–to

Any semblance of order and ‘proper’ decorum

Tossed out the window like last week’s copy of Us Weekly when

AnnaLynne and  Rachel McCord showed up, with quite a posse in tow.

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Image of AnnaLynne McCord and Clint Catalyst courtesy of

“Deeply Shallow: One Man’s Adventure in L.A.,” by Albert Domasin — located at

What’s Up With Albert (on Blogspot)

Bummer we couldn’t get her 12 year old brother past security, but…well, he’s 12.

(Even compared to my own track record, that’s 4 years before I began to hustle my way into clubs– And look how I turned out!)

A cautionary tale?  (Y/Y?)

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 really good ‘Goodie Bags’–sponsored by Janome sewing machines, Fiji water, Tarina Tarantino jewelry, Amtrak, Josie Cotton, and Sebastian Hair Care Products–

as well as 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 world , and the spirit of unfettered creativity and unapologetic flamboyance

RULED. (And how!)

After all, why was everyone at the Social Club?

The MOST CORRECT RUNWAY DEBUT of the retina-shattering, cardiac arrest-inducing, sensory-overloading atelier extraordinaire

Jared Gold

from the Legendary House of Gold

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rockin’ some ‘tude, with pop legend Josie Cotton (L) and me

(Is it obvious I’m  L-O-V-I-N-G  the custom jacket Jared created?)

Carelessly tossing any accusations of “obsequious” over the shoulder like the Latest!Fashion!Craze!– “Fashion is for those who have yet to understand ‘style’”– here’s what it boils down to at the carnival’s end:  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 me.

That being said, it should come as no surprise that for his collaborative effort with visual artist

Joshua Petker

(pictured here with photographer Cyn Yen)

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my expectations were anything but low.

Simply put, Mr.Petker’s paintings are most God, indeed.  Over the span of the last few years, I’ve admired his murky-canvased beauties from afar (and might have, well, you know …”peeked in” on a certain Cahuenga Blvd gallery show)– 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.

Hence, please allow me to present

A preview before the Gold versus Petker mash-up, for those of who might not be acquainted with the work of this inventive gentleman:

from 2008,

two images pilfered from an interview in the art-blog equivalent of masticating a corpus callosum

FecalFace.com :

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“[Petker's] work is like that girl you know will destroy you but somehow you just can’t resist.”

- Manuel Bello

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(Entitled “Hunting For Witches,” this one SLAUGHTERS me…Slaughters me, Maing!)

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(and above: from 2009, one of Petker’s most recent watercolors)

Fine art from a fine fellow…Petker has not only become one of my favorite contemporary artists, but he’s also just about one of the kindest dudes you could meet.  (And I say ‘dude,’ as he is very much one, indeed—but I mean that in the absolute best sense of the sports-obsessed, beer-swilling sense of the word.  I hope I’m communicating that effectively!?)

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At any rate, speaking of ‘fine’—there was no shortage of squealing over Twilight‘s hunkasaurus

Kellan Lutz

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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!)

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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.

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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.

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Oh yes…and since this is a city fueled by the mythic power of Celebrity,

It would be remiss to make no mention of rock icon Billy Corgan of the Smashing Pumpkins:

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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…

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Whimsicle Social Media Fuckery (What’s.The.Deal?Who’s.For.Real? ☀ MySpace ☀IN YOUR FACE!)

September 12, 2009 by · 3 Comments 

for “my best friends I’ve never met”:

“I just wanted to let you know that this is like, the only me… “

“O.K., I don’t photoshop my pictures. I’m just pretty, and you’re probably really ugly.”

:: Stop Stealing My Pictures! ::


*(Had to share these with you guys because
Shit is
br00t4l! And uh, yeah…the alliterative name?
Published under it “
way before MySpace.”
K4′s trademark symbol is a nice touch touch though, right?)

✮ ✬ ✮

The first clip is by Andrew Bravener;

The second? EffSwap.

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So, Yeah: I’ve Had A Few Problems Twit & Twattering Around…

March 25, 2009 by · 4 Comments 

(Please give the image a hot little minute to load):

In short?

(It’s astounding the changes a 140 character limit imposes…)

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Variety Magazine’s “Stylephile” 06.23.08 — Mention in Tarina Tarantino Article

February 17, 2009 by · Leave a Comment 

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“tl;dr” Overdrive…

November 22, 2008 by · 6 Comments 

Well, actually:

Yes, I wore the soles off my 20-e Doc’s many an eve
dancing to the 12″ mix of Ministry’s “Everyday is Halloween”
in back-alley nightclubs where I was years away from years from
being ‘of age’ to attend in the first place

(translation: the main thing that made it fun–
or at least that’s how it seems, looking back)

back in ancient history, also known as
my bereaved degenerate youth

I’ve been revisiting some of the more
dynamic moments from what could aptly be filed away in memory
as ‘The Clintagious Chronicles’ due to
the current book project on which I’ve been working

Degeneracy: A Love Letter.


// R.I.P., oh Long Lost Love…despite the toxic goulash of highlights,

lowlifes and embarrassingly awkward good times, how

exhilarating it seems your freedom was //

Whatever the case, here’s a recent update “from the set,”

featuring the inimitable beauty of actress/model Mageina Tovah

in the first of her two looks for the day:


 


Copious detail/commentary is provided on the clip’s YouTube page,

including info on the other peeps present who

deserve some serious ‘propers’ of their own.

(Irene Urias from Hairroin Salon, Genevieve Lamb from Dior, and

of course my co-conspirator, Amanda Brooks :

childhood f(r)iend/former ‘partner in crime’-turned-responsible mom)

Maendi and I lived by the edict that everyday presented

a new opportunity: the chance to become whomever/whatever we want

by dressing up.

To this day, I’m a tremendous advocate of the belief–

I mean, it was a mere three weeks ago, yet

I’m already missing Halloween.

With an outfit as genius as what Jared Gold concocted on my behalf,

how could I not?


  

and for the more detail-obsessed

FASHION DIE-HARDS OUT THERE,

here’s a considerably more comprehensive 5 minute clip in which

The Master of Delicate Decadence

shares everything from the costume’s “reveal”

to secret compartments ensconced within:

As for All Hallow’s Eve ‘proper,’ I gotta tell ya: generally speaking,

I was stoked to see so many Alice in Wonderland characters runnin’ around…

There were a slew of them both at the ‘Bitches Brew’ party, as well as a hearty smattering of Mad Hatters afterwards

when we hit the Brite Spot for some “fine” (enough) dining.

Seriously now: being a “Glad Hatter” myself–how could I not adore them? Despite accusations that I’m a ‘camera whore,’ (harumph!)

there aren’t many pictures of me from the evening. Nonetheless, I managed to snap one
of that dang adorable little Janine Jarman

& face-beater extraordinaire Noel Nichols within the first few minutes of our arrival; then cheers as other guests followed suit…

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Q: Ever “spanked the monkey”? (Effing genius coincidence captured, that…)

As for me, I danced to the phenomenal tuneage spun by D.J.s Marta & Jen,

workin’ my ‘Demented Barber, Circa ’99…1899, That Is’ accessories for all they—

& the accompanying attitude in which I came “dressed”—were worth

(looks like SOMEONE needs a hug, hrmm? Just call me ‘Mr. Congeniality!’)

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Hence the “Not My Best Look” oilslick on my gesicht

(Hand on a Merrir breast, though Mr. Gold seems unimpressed…)

Rockin’ TWO TYPES OF CLEAVE…

Thanks for the mammaries, Miss Sarah Merrie!

[Ampersand.Hearts.Semicolon]

Another shot from the evening:


Kaiden as “Epic Fail: Scene ‘LOL’,” Stevie Ryan as a pretty version of Pee Wee Herman,

and Adam Paranoia throwin’ Teen Wolf in a most serious way…

∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

And speaking of serious,

I was seriously surprised to learn that when my pal Brandon came to town for a visit

he comped me a frickin’–well, really expensive Madonna ticket.

9th row front, 3rd center of the ‘T-shaped’ stage

for one night

vs.

more than an entire month’s rent?

Can’t say I would’ve made that one happen myself…

* Thanks again, B! *

(I love how undeniably excited he is…)

& of course, via his iPhone we’ve got

“Pics or It Didn’t Happen”

O.K… so Home Skillet put on a phenomenal show.

I won’t make any references about how “I would hope so”; moreover,

I’ll refrain from utilizing any clichéd monikers in my commentary.

(Seriously journalists: by this point, any hack who refers to Mz. M as “The Material Girl”

should be force-fed the Oxford English Dictionary One. Page. At a time.)

but let me just tell you: when she threw down some DOUBLE DUTCH…

Well, let’s just say… despite another ’80s ricochet (nod to Keith Haring notwithstanding)

I was seventeen shades of impressed. It’s no secret I’ve been trying to assemble my own double-dutch squad

capable of weaving our way through the ropes while dressed in elaborate couture for quite some time… So until ‘The Swingers’ come to fruition,

I’ll cease this gargantuan post with the note

What I’m really dying to know is:

Has anyone else heard the rumor that Alexander McQueen will be designing a limited-run for Target?

They’ve scored some outstanding talent in the past but McQueen?

Truly: it’s a shame Isabella Blow isn’t here with us to share her thoughts on the topic (not to mention her opinions in general–but that’s a given)

& on a final rash note about fash: Did anybody rack up any great merch among the H & M/Comme Des Garcons collabo?

I wasn’t able to devote the entire morning of the 13th to waiting in line

in an attempt to score at least one piece of the instant collectibles.

(Different story altogether with the Viktor & Rolf launch from…hrmm… Two years ago, wasn’t it?)

However, thanks to my dear pal Pedro, I didn’t completely miss out on the goods that were gone in…what? Something like 17 minutes?

& though you might have thought it’d never happen, this is me, waaaay all kinds of outta here!

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6 September, 2008, 06:47 pm in “Fashion, How To, Style”

September 6, 2008 by · Leave a Comment 

Oh, YES I DID…
6 September, 2008, 06:47 pm in “Fashion, How To, Style”

With the lovely Jayme Foxx

for Altitude T.V.:

Just effing around because gaaah, it doesn’t have to be THAT serious…

Y/Y?

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Tarina Tarantino Presents Tokyo Hardcore Launch Party

June 11, 2008 by · 24 Comments 

“A sparkling party at the Tarina Tarantino store on Melrose Avenue hosted by Davey Havok.”

(Video embedded & text taken from the YouTube channel “FuchsiaRevolution”)

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Audrey Kitching and Clint Catalyst’s Photo Shoot (Pt 1 of 3)

May 12, 2008 by · 10 Comments 

Random clips from Audrey and Clint’s photo shoot with the phenomenal Casey Curry at Salton Sea, CA.

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