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“IDK IDGAF”: Editorial for Auxiliary Magazine

August/September 2010

No, Dr. Hines: I have not forgotten how to utilize a semicolon.
On the contrary, the omission is a result of Auxiliary Magazine‘s style guide.

Otherwise,
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Clint Catalyst, Auxiliary Mag, text lingo, acronyms, texting

[ …and Thank You! ]

August/September Issue of Auxiliary Magazine

Auxiliary = alternative, supplementary, to provide what is missing, to give support

Auxiliary Magazine,Clint Catalyst

from the site page:

“The August/September issue is the eleventh issue of Auxiliary, a magazine dedicated to alternative fashion, music, and lifestyle.  This issue is packed with interviews, including Android Lust, Nina Flowers of RuPaul’s Drag Race, Michael Swaim of Cracked.com, and Andy Deane of Bella Morte.  The issue also contains a military inspired fashion editorial, a beauty editorial that will teach you to get smart, a style editorial guide to wearing harnesses, a mod inspired style feature, and editorials from two notable writers, Clint Catalyst* and Grumpy Owl.  It also features DJ picks from Volvox, a beauty feature on how to achieve the look of a 2026 starlet, and fashion by Steam Trunk, Cyberoptix TieLab, Dace, S&G, Skingraft, Fluevog, Audra Jean, Garbage Dress, EC Star, Steady, and much much more.”

and—although credited in the issue, just as my own little Damn Straight, I Love My Friends—here & now:
*featuring the photography of Dirk Mai, wardrobe by Mother of London & Stacey Hummell make-up artistry.

To download a free .pdf, or for ordering information on a print copy, either click the image above or GO HERE.

✷ Special thanks to editor Jennifer Link! ✷

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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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Petker’s Paintings In Stiletto Pumps (or: The Catwalk-Stalking & Crowd-Gawking)

What? Like, You Thought I’d Forgotten Or Something?

No such luck.

I’m just a tease.

Wait–SCRATCH!    I’ve just been holding back to make this post “stand out from the pack.”

Yeah, that’s it…

Actually, since “L.A. Fashion Week” happened in various mutations this fall–What do we have now…three per season?  Can’t. Keep. Up.–I thought it might be nice to take a look back at runway shots from the

Gold vs. Petker

event

on 07/30/09.

Except this time?  I’ll do so with

Less gab; more GORGEOUNESS.

(How about that, then?)

From Miss Kitching, I intuit

a resounding “Yes, please!”

So…that being said, here’s

actor Daniel Franzese as he awaited patiently…

Burlesque bombshell Ava Garter, who

who set the stage for the show to kick off

(with a lethal stiletto, bless her heart!)

While

In the interim, “90210” hottie Annalynne

had a show of her own goin’ on,

essentially

*Cue Smiley-Face Emoticon*

as she waited front-row for her sister

The latest of ‘The McC Girls’ to stake her claim

as a media darling: Angel McCord ,

who conquered the catwalk like a pro…

O.K., some of you might recall my adulation over

Joshua Petker’s painting “Hunting for Witches” a while back?

(Be it yay or nay, here’s a reference for your ‘Quick & Easy’…)

Well, spot-check the detail of how it translated to fabric:

Mr. Gold’s stitch-witchery paired with Petker’s inimitable technique,

then ‘suited & booted’ by McCord’s searing Buffalo Stance?

Stellar.   Zenith.

S U B L I M E!

:: Smoocheroonies to you, Angel! ♥ ::

And on the tip of  ‘sublime,’

it’d be criminal of me to not include

one of the most adept catwalk-stalkers in Los Angeles,

(impeccably-manicured) hands’ down!

I’m talkin’ about

Amanda Fields of “Project Runway” infamy

Of course, a Jared Gold show wouldn’t be complete

without the presence of

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Thanks for the Mammaries…

C.C.’s CAMEO with
“THE QUEEN OF CLEAVE,”
LENORA CLAIRE:

featuring SUPERNOVA OF THE SMALL SCREEN,
ANTOINE DES CAUNES

ON ALLEZ A L.A.,
A PROGRAM VENTURING
‘ROUND THIS CITY OF SMOG & STARDUST
BY
CANAL PLUS T.V. . .

[ 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”

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Snip, Clip, Scan… It’s “Show & Tell” for the 21st Century

O.K., before I have to dial whine-one-one for the waaaahmbulance, please allow me to throw down a disclaimer in hopes that I’ll spare even a single set of phalanges out there clacking terse comments about how I “really need to post this type of information while issues are still on the newsstands…” [ad nauseum, ad nauseum; cue vomitorium]

‘Cause hey—guess what?

I really need to post this shit in a more expeditious manner, man.

Just so happens that–ahem–I might very well have a few issues of my own to deal with. (One of which is the preposition by which the previous sentence just ended, dangling like an unworn pair of silver Les Chiffoniers’ leggings aching for the latest Girl of the Moment to slide into them before dashing out to paint the town bloodshot. It’s as inherent a pairing as Edie Segwick hopped-up on a fistful of whites and having her coiff spray painted Just For The F Of It while donning Balenciaga originials. What other lack of logic explains the perfect sense it makes to purchase what’s essentially a thick pair of pantyhose with a thousand dollar price tag? Not really…but REALLY, babes.)

But oh, that’s but a footnote of damage from a former version of myself in which I worked as a technical writer. A footnote among essays within archives buried deep inside some virtual boneyard we’ll call The Chronicles of the Clintasaurus and opt to visit some other time just dust our hands of it.

.kthanxbai.

At least all this self-aggrandizing material is contained within a single post. Couldn’t give two turds about what ‘they’ might have said about me?

Scroll on; scroll on!

It’s as easy as the pro-Ana mindset by which to skip dessert:
“Does Not Exist.”

What does exist, nonetheless, on the other acrylic claw:

Recent media in which I appear–sometimes but a smidgen; luckier instances full effing-on.

For instance, the following pic and mention in H Magazine is a case of what might be deemed “peripheral press.” Or, to utilize the vernacular of savvy SoCal realtors in sensible shoes: an “adjacent feature.”

Not gonna lie (or “ngl,” for those who speak Millennial): this is one of the first photographs of Mister Glenn Kaino that shows how handsome he is. Not exactly a stranger to the slick and glossy pages of newsstand racks, there’ve been many a magazine where I thought the printed results of the flashbulb-pop just didn’t do him justice. Props to the photographer for capturing why it is his lovely wife CoryLynn went “Whoa”—y’know?

And insofar as my image—the look I ‘turned out’* for bits and pieces of my soul to be sacrificed via Glenn’s manipulation of the bulky/beautiful Polaroid Big Shot favored by Warhol himself?

*’turned out’ by no means appropriating cred as if this was my own creation! Au contraire, it was the make-up of Stacey Humell; the cut/color/extensions of scissormeister Irene Urias of Hairroin, Hollywood’s hottest salon (www.hairroinsalon.com), and–excluding the Westwood brooch–another cerebellum-melding, history-making, custom couture creation by the genius Jared Gold

(moving right along…)

Big deal if I’m “giving away too many of my secrets” by sharing this delicious little inside joke—it friggin’ slaughters me how many people took the ‘pomp and pout’ of the picture at face value. I mean, if I’m going to rock an outfit, hair and make-up that ostentatious… how could I not get “in character”?

What ELSE would I do? Smile like a politician and “compassionately” hold a stranger’s baby?

And in the meantime, reword “Let Them Eat Cake” into something more…inclusive…in tone?

yeahRIIIGHT.

It’s like this: one wink or nudge of the elbow during the Polaroid shoot, or Nhat Nguyen’s studio takes thereafter in which I “amped the prance” so high; by foppish standards it was even off-the-charts, or even a single word cluing in ‘The Children’ a la Interwebz? (No worries now: it’s been months… and while it’s a hasty generalization, yes: gnats have better attention spans than they do, for the most part.)

Let’s face the music, sweetcheeks:

Simply wouldn’ta worked.

Art versus Artifice // Appearance versus Reality // Truth Revealed Through a Guise // Everything Is “Real”—Though What Of It Is Lies?

So many motifs swirling around in my head like a majorette’s glitter-fringed baton at half-time…

Yet all of them beg the question, it seems:

Exactly who or what is this ‘Clint Catalyst’ supposed to be, anyway?

And why would it even matter if he (and I) weren’t among the ‘Lucky Ones’ in Flaunt magazine, issue 96?

I’ll tell ya what it was like when I spot-checked the (who cares if it’s a mere thumb-nail sized) pic, standing there, thumbing through the pricey pages in the Echo Park 7-11:

the second I saw my little powder blue top hat (by L.A.’s premier Gothic Cholita, Creepsuela Switchletto: “big ups” to my shiv-wieldin’ glamour sis), I felt a surge of validation sweep over me like the frost-bitten clouds fleeing a freezer behind me as some nameless faceless customer opened then sealed shut the door.

No doubt this earth-shattering, molar-splitting, life-changing moment is fraught with layers of meaning… but c’mon, isn’t everything? (Unless, of course, it’s deconstructed to the bloodless core of nothingness—but that’s so Small-Town-Liberal-Arts-School-Curriculum-For-30K+-A-Year-Of-Make-Believe, I’d rather just ‘keep it real’ and say

Mostest Massive thanks to Photographer Melissa Manning and Flaunt magazine!

Shit you nunca, y’all: that was wickedcool of you, and was “Really Saying Something…”

[Fun.Boy.Three.From.This.One.Here.]

Verbose? Hell yes. I conquer “tl;dr” pussywillows one paragraph at a time—deal with it, or head off for culturally-stimulating activities like an episode of “Cops” or a Budweiser-fueled swirly-go-’round-and-then-down on the Sunset Strip’s Mechanical Bull.

“I.D.G.I,” arseholians. (Said, of course, with the deepest affection…)

Besides: this is kind of like, my diary…yo?

All the same, there’s somethin’ I gotta tell you, though: the printwork I’m most stoked about as of late is a two-page editorial in the latest Lipstick Prophets catalog/magazine.

Here’s one of the images from the spread…

Copies are available through LipstickProphets.com for a scant 2 1/2 bones — and that’s with free shipping and handling, dearlings.

With the American economy in the shitter as it is, at least somebody’s followed my lead regarding “Other Humanitarian Acts That Require Little or No Effort.”

The Clint’s Notes version?

Have passport; will travel. ‘Handling’ is subjective terminology best discussed in lush, exotic locales—and, as with everything else in life, varies from individual to individual (all the while assured that we’re treated equally: It is, after all, the American Way!).

Air Kisses and Ass Kissing,

CC “Giving You” L.A.

in the best of

worst of

ways

(and vice-versa)

“To Push Away Or Clutch” — Spoken Word by Clint Catalyst

ART FAG ALERT!

No, I don’t hit every line in the prose-poem verbatim.

Yes, I wrote it. It’s ancient history, actually…but I chose the piece as a ‘sampling of my wares’–so to speak–because it’s self-contained and just under the 10 minute mark.

BACKGROUND INFO: This performance was filmed on the day that basically determined whether or not I’d have a sample of my art hanging in “>The Andy Warhol Museum. By “hanging,” I mean via 50 inch flat-screen monitor complete with bitchen sound system, by which with my monologue screened on endless repeat. [The experience of entering the room on opening night and hearing my far-from-soothing voice ricochet around the institution’s pristine white walls? Surreal. Sublime . . . and ______________ ]

That Once-In-A-Lifetime pressure paired with 5 1/2 single-spaced pages of text to memorize?

I’m just glad I pulled it off…
Though of course, I’m exponentially more grateful to Glenn Kaino, who’s the reason my work and I were even featured in the reknown Pittsburgh museum. Short of the long: including me as one his “Uberstars” in Transformer: The Work Of Glenn Kaino an 8-year retrospective of his sculpture/photography.

Catalottalisp was “served, and proper” from May 3 – August 31st, 2008, thanks to Mr. kaino and the curators’ hospitality.

This clip would not exist without the camera skills of Nhat Nguyen and editing prowess of Diego Garza.

ADDITIONAL PROPS IN ORDER :

Wardrobe by Jared Gold

Hair cut and color by Luis Payne of Hairroin Salon

† † †

Hairroin Salon, Hollywood’s white-hot epicenter of cool, is owned and run by scissormeister Janine Jarman.

† † †

For the image on exhibit, however?

Hair styling/color by Irene Urias of Hairroin;
make-up by Stacey Hummell.

(Watch for the “end result” of Kaino’s portrait of Clint, as taken by Polaroid Big Shot

in the compendium

The Work of Glenn Kaino: Communicating Rooks,

scheduled for an June 2009 release through the premier art publishing house, Hatje Cantz:

www.hatjecantz.de

Effing PROPS, all y’all!

x o x
C C

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Jared Gold Czarina OFFICIAL Video


This is the Official video of the Salt LAke City runway event approved by Jared Gold. Starring Audrey Kitching, Stevie Ryan, Clint Catalyst, Fingers Crossed and Dirk Mai— featuring hair by Janine Jarmine of Hairroin Salon and makeup by Stacey Hummell. Get a look into the secret backstage world of this increduble event sponsored by Vespa and Janome.
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