Just freakin’ my geek with
GIFtasticness . . .
Hell, who knows—one of these days I might join the ranks
of “technologically advanced, standard upright creatures”
and obtain/learn Photoshop
[ or, you know, whatever the Mac equivalent is. . . ]
Until then, however?
HERE’S THIS
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Amidst all this rampant fangnaticism
[ as a matter of fact, : I am a fan, yes ]
I present
one moment / multiple perspectives
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[ Image Source : The Vault of Horror ]
As of late, I’ve been digging on
19th Century vampire ‘killing kits’
[ ex ] :
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& among the most rare:
an antique ivory vampire killing kit
“consisting of an ornate ivory-mounted Christian cross integrating a steel, spring-loaded,.41 caliber single-shot percussion pistol, the center mounted with an ebony shield surmounted with a 8-pointed crown, the tips made from tiny semi-precious red stones. A ruby red five-pointed star adorns the center…”
“The vampire pistol is contained in an ivory case, together with a steel dagger blade which attaches to the end of the cross, an ivory cleaning rod, ivory powder bottle, and cap and ball supply.”
Fascinating as the relics are, in my hunts and haunts around the web, I also encountered some of their contemporary counterparts.
John Raymond Barker, also known as Jerby,
&
(& natch,
have plenty more to say…
but you’ll just have to wait until I–
well, you know…)
*Winkature*
CCx
Have I mentioned how much I love the site Haute Macabre?
From the lavish editorial finds in their impeccably-curated archive of Tear Sheets, to the highly covetable objets-de-art many an absinthe-hued eye would ogle with envy — in the darkest-of-dandy / Domestigoth‘s high-end digs, without doubt.
This virtual locale of the monochromatic cognoscenti also posts invaluable blogature, with topics ranging from How To Wear A Headband And Not Look Dumb to DIY projects for dark-siders interested in harnessing creativity to learn How To Make [ One's ] Own Latex Gear, or even rock a wicked sicked take on Christian Louboutin for Rodarte’s Spiky Heels With Studs.
Short of the long [ of tooth ]?
This site is bloody genius.
The following archived cough! STOLEN cough! editorial post was written by sultry wordsmith Samantha, both Haute Macabre’s co-founder and a veteran Suicide Girl, who shares her personal exploits at Five Twenty Three [dot] com
But enough of my incessant rambling — now it’s
“…Over To You, Sam!”
Sun-Sensitive Brocade Cloak by Jared Gold Couture † Vivienne Westwood Tie Shirt
Dark G-Star Denim † Romanian Militia Motorcycle Boots
Seeing as how I have spent my entire weekend glued to my computer working while listening to the first of the Sookie Stackhouse books on audio, I feel it totally appropriate to post this vampire editorial sent to us by Clint Catalyst . Since Nixon posted his spoken word video a few weeks back, he and I have bonded over our mutual love of True Blood, so in Fangtasia Fashion, here’s a first look at his recent shoot by Hoda Amel Abdalla.
Clint is shown wearing pieces from Jared Gold‘s Caspian Collection runway show. Each item is a one-off, and was not duplicated for public distribution.
Felt Top Hat with Couture Grosgrain Trim † Vintage Victorian Mourning Suit circa late 1800s
White Oxford from Ross Dress for Less † After Six Tuxedo Neckpiece
John Fluevog Wingtip Ankle Boots
And Suddenly, It’s Evening : The Gold Vs Petker Runway Show and Death-Dance Riot
crept up on me like a shadow.
One moment I was in Iowa working with my comrades Dustin and Brian of Novice Industries; the next, rushing to hair and make-up with my pal Aldo o’ the Vento.
Aldo volunteered to assist me with Door Duty for the event, a favor which proved much needed the moment we stepped from what was intended as a brief “helloing” sesh — as pictured below, kicking off the evening with the lovely Jenelle Rensch, graphic design whiz [ and incidentally the mastermind responsible for my CC logo in its final incarnation ], Mssr. Aldo Vento Himselfness, model and co-star in Matthew Mishory’s biopic Delphinum: A Childhood Portrait of Derek Jarman : a beautiful, lyrical portrayal of the phenomenonicon, which is currently winding its way about the international film festival circuit. [ Not that you asked, though as I'm proud for all parties involved...let the record hereby note : the world premiere was 5 September 2009, at the Portobello Film Festival in London. ]
And oh, but oh : from one photograph to the moment that followed, how swift a shift in decorum. Namely, when AnnaLynne and Rachel McCord arrived at the venue, any semblance of order was tossed out the window like a stale copy of Us Weekly.
Image of AnnaLynne McCord and Clint Catalyst courtesy of
Deeply Shallow: One Man’s Adventure in L.A., by Albert Domasin
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 Goodie Bags [ sponsored by Janome sewing machines, Fiji water, Tarina Tarantino jewelry, Amtrak, Josie Cotton, and Sebastian Hair Care Products ] that lived up to the name — incidentally, 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, and the spirit of unfettered creativity and unapologetic flamboyance would reign.
After all, why was everyone at the Social Club?
The MOST CORRECT runway debut of the retina-shattering, cardiac arrest-inducing atelier extraordinaire Jared Gold‘s latest collection : a collaborative effort with mega-watt visual artist Joshua Petker.
Above : Rockin’ some ‘tude, with pop legend Josie Cotton
A Brief : 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.
That being said, it should come as no surprise that for his latest effort — a pairing of superpowers with painter Joshua Petker — my expectations were anything but low.
Pictured above : Petker with photographer Cyn Yen
Per chance you aren’t familiar : Mr. Petker’s art is most God, indeed. Over the span of the last few years, I’ve admired his murky-canvased beauties from afar — 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.
All due respect, before I venture into the particulars of the Gold x Petker mash-up, please allow me to praise the work of this inventive gentleman . . .
Up first : two images pilfered from an interview in Fecal Face, a.k.a. the art-blog equivalent of masticating a corpus callosum.
“[Petker's] work is like that girl you know will destroy you but somehow you just can’t resist.” — Manuel Bello
Entitled “Hunting For Witches,” the painting [ above ] slaughters me, maing…SLAUGHTERS me!
And next, A portrait from Petker’s recent watercolor series [ 2009 ] :
So. Much. Gorgeous!
Fine art from a fine fellow : truly . . . truly.
At any rate, speaking of ‘fine’—there was no shortage of squealing over Twilight‘s hunkasaurus
Kellan Lutz
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!)
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.
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.
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:
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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