Here’s one from the vaults, though
timeless, all the same—
from the (defunct) LA Alternative Press,
an interview with an individual who
exemplifies the art of transformation,
an art of poise & refinement pitched
in a pronouncement as seismic as an earthquake:
one in which dreams are alchemized through
no mastery other than “being herself”… a mastery
of person/persona. ☆ Her Own Creation ☆
Oh, & re: the bleach-blond nod to Billy Idol
in the original doc’s title?
On Beth (COVER SHOT):
Mini-Dress with Matching Cuffs by Abigail Adams (www.abigailadamsdesign.com)
Necklace by Tarina Tarantino (www.tarinatarantino.com)
Shoes by Abaeté for Payless
Switchblade Comb: “Bartering” Scam by Yours Truly
Whereas Lenora Claire — another ‘repeat offender’ on this humble Dot Com — fully LET US HAVE IT with a mind-melding, retinal-shattering, hot hot hottt hairstyle!
Oh! But what have we here? Per chance might it be one adorable little Kit Kat Lee?
As a matter of fact, yes — yes it is, indeed . . . and in the haus with her : band mate and business partner, the multi-talented Kaila Yu [L]!
Our exploration of Correct Culture continues with burlesque beauty Courtney Cruz, sandwiched between an Alice duo …♥
[ Oh, and pssst! A little "JSYK," just in case you're in the No instead of know ] :
The estimable Miss Cruz presents “tassle-twirling with a spin” at her once-a-month installment of The Devil’s Playground at Bordello bar. Described by journalist Erin Broadley as “Beyond traditional fan dancing and martini bathing,” the Devil’s Playground “integrates pop culture and niche fan favorites with the classic art of the striptease, modernizing burlesque with cleverly themed, character-driven performances like Video Game Girls, Comic Book Vixens and…Tails From the Crypt.” Known most recently for creating a disturbance in The Force for her Star Wars-themed bump-and-grind, it’s no wonder the L.A. Weekly deemed this Busty Storm Trooper’s resident troupe as Best Burlesque Club of 2009.
Pictured above: Cruz maintains a subdued demeanor with chanteuse Jessicka Addams and Mia Vixen, one of The Devil’s Playground performers.
Wait a minute. I mentioned this was an art opening; didn’t I?
Oh-Kay.
Unfortunately, the gallery ran out of catalogs; i.e., I’m afraid I don’t know whom to credit for the creation pictured above. That being said, please allow me to segueway back to other deep and meaningful content, such as
other photo booth antics I enjoyed . . . ditto, Ela Darling and The Dirkulous Maximus.
Caught here on the other side of the cameraPreviously captured on the other side of the lens — though retracted, since keeping her identity secret only intensifies the appeal — is was Nightranger‘s intrepid reporter Lina Lecaro, whose years of fearless ventures — from immersing herself deep in the trenches of trannies werkin’ the merkin to ravers wielding glow-sticks as if they were num chucks — have garnered her reputation as The Go-To Girl for Nightlife.
Incidentally, Lecaro “dipped into the population” this eve not only for the sake of a newspaper word count, but also to celebrate the completion of her first full-length manuscript. [ No, people: I didn't say script. Leave those to your dental hygenist, who'll likely have "something for you to look over" before the luxury of another kind of script gets written. Oy! ]
By manuscript, I mean book— of which her debut is titled Los Angeles’s Best Dive Bars: Drinking and Diving in the City of Angels. Its release date is May 1st, 2010, though you might as well go ahead and pre-order such an indispensable guide. Assuming you remembered to close out your tab at the bar last night, that is! Such a hassle, retrieving one’s 16-digits on plastic The Day After. Isn’t it? [AHEM!] I mean: So I’ve Heard.
“Besides: it’s not like I had a hang-over or anything! It was more like…a lean-over.” Yeah. That was it—
Here are some of the fine folks who came out to celebrate
that I’m now a year closer to the ol’ dirt nap…
Realizing that I’ve been — ahem — under a bit of stress as of late, Jessicka took it upon herself to organize a dinner at
one of my favorite local eateries, Casita Del Campo:
Swish Hips Earn Tips:
Rawk Chicks Lisa Leveredge and Jessicka
None other than Miss Lenora Claire was there
Totes lettin’ us have it with the twins!
[ Which I'm not mad about...ain't mad about at all... ]
Wordsmith Brendan Mullen of Lexicon Devil, We Got The Neutron Bomb,
and Live at the Masque: Nightmare in Punk Alley fame
Kim Sosore and William Mills — i.e.,
Just about the cutest damn couple in town
whereas
only half of this duo is “lookin’ good”…
and that half of which I speak
by no means is myself!
[ Beneath my grip is the beautiful journalist
known as Caroline Ryder ]
Of course,
I feel it imperative to announce :
NOT A SINGLE MARGARITA WAS SLURPED AT THIS DINNER…
Jessicka Addams. Lisa Leveredge.
Proof/Pudding?
Mmm Hrmm…
Yeah, right.
Damn shame I can’t blame my own bad behavior
on anything other than…
Luis Payne of Hairroin Salon!
[ Now, there's an exclamation point
that wants to be an interrobang "when it grows up". . . ]
And speaking of the ol’ “!?” —
I should move on to THE PARTY, fer F’s sake!
However, before I clack a single syllable into the keyboard,
I want to give a Huge-Ass Honkin’
Load of THANKS
to my pals
Sleep-deprived, eyes feel like my corneas have been fried by my monitor,
just spent something like a nine-hour span working on what
less than 15 minutes after my marathon of fingerprints
I’m already thinking was a lame concept to develop.
But enough with the waaaahmbulantastic “tl;dr”—
lemme get this outta the way instead:
MASSIVE CONGRATS to that dang adorable Liz McGrath ♥—
who’s not only one of my favorite visual artists, but also the lead singer of Miss Derringer.
Because I adore the poopsmear outta her, I can’t help but give a big HOLLAH over their front page feature
in Spinner this week. I’m not an aol person, but allegedly this is the most downloaded site for music on-line…
Whatever the case, “Black Tears” is bitchen—& seeing a friend succeed makes me happy, indeed.
Nightcrawlers, Style Fiends, Socialites & Scene Queens:
File this one under MUST, as it’s an unexpected diversion from all those clubs you’re Sooo Over, or an early-evening option that’s workable if you have to break your slumber early Sunday morn.
For you die-hards, however? Get In Outfit, &
consider this your Starting Point for making the proverbial ‘Rounds’:
Cocktails & Cute Art—With An Even Cuter Crowd!
Just in case you missed the memo: Hairroin is the white-hot epicenter of WIN
The most innovative crew of Scissormeisters in town,
Who are ON the IT before it’s even begun…
Owner Janine Jarman is one of five contestants in this year’s Oh Shit. What’s it called? NAHA? Is that right?
National Competition / Vegas This Year / Category: Avant Garde
Out of hundreds of applicants, it’s now down to the Final Five.
I’m telling you, & I’m telling you now:
HOME SKILLET HAD SOME ISSUES THAT SERIOUSLY NEEDED
TO GET THE F-BOMB WORKED ON OUT.
— o u t —
With my O.G. Bitches, D.J. Adrian
& The Mysterious D at the decks,
slingin’ siiiick-ass mixes of tracks
that normally wouldn’t rub shoulders with each other…
let alone get layered-up & thrown down
Keep it Fully D.L. re: my headshrinker, but I think
burning down the floor did more good than an obscenely-priced office visit.
Maybe two of them, even.
[ & above ]
Hey—CHECK IT:
Blogster Aman of Aman-About-Town
Really Is…& I ain’t mad about it!
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.
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.’
Showing off my cameo in Tarina’s new catalog “Tokyo Hardcore” to rock goddesses Samantha Maloney and Jessicka (now a.k.a. Jessicka Addamsa). Before any of you make assumptions about anyone I ‘covered up’ with my hand to point out my image, DON’T. One’s eye naturally goes to the center of a photo…particularly when it’s a vicious shade of pink. There is no hate promoted here; the only person I’m poking fun at is me. Period. And, while I’m at the disclaimers: I love the “Double T” and am honored to be in such an über-glam catalog. There seem to be a lot of negative ass-umptions on this site, and I’d rather squelch that shite RIIIIIGHT NOW. - clintcatalyst
“Pained And Painted” — New Video Post
Spoken Word by Clint Catalyst,
Visual Manipulations/Aural Fixations by Nicholas Wolfkind
featuring portrayals by
Audrey Kitching
Lorraine Caley
Kaiden Blake
Kat Lee
Hilary Goldberg
& CCx
Hair Artistry by the Almighty Irene Urias of HairroinSalon.com
Shiny Latex Yumminess by Syren.com ♥ (COVET…LOVE.IT) ♥
(accompanying text available on The ‘Tubes, if interested—
Clint Catalyst’s Channel; Click “More Info”)
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