L O S ± △ N G E L E S . W E D N E S D △ Y ± J △ N U △ R Y ± 2 6
January 24, 2011 by Clint Catalyst · 1 Comment
Disaro .&. Zane Landreth
of Killing Spree
D.J. the opening night of △ Ꝉ ☾ Ħ ƹ ṃ ¥ —
an event for people who don’t like nightclubs;
a nightclub with couches & a salon ambience;
a salon for guests averse to seemingly ‘stodgy’ spoken word performances;
two dramatic readings for an audience not accustomed to
—or necessarily fond of—the medium;
a medium that’s indeterminate in nature & degree.
▴ ▴ ▴ combine, transmute, begin/again: a circle ▴ ▴ ▴
[ C H E C K . I T ]
A D D I T I O N A L ± C O V E R A G E ± A V A I L A B L E
as well as for those who engage in
T H E E ± F A C E B O O K E R Y
—thanks!—
Elemental and Essential
January 17, 2011 by Clint Catalyst · 9 Comments
I T ‘ S ± Δ L L ± H Δ P P E N I N G
. . . Δ R E ± Y O U ?
Rich Royal ▴ Zoetica Ebb ▴ Clint Catalyst
Image: Brian Landes of Ready Aim Fire Photography ▴ Make-Up: Annah of BelleFace.com
▴ Jillian Lauren ▴
▴
Zane Landreth ▴ of
▴ Killing Spree ▴
Legendary Haunt HOUSE OF USHER: A Resurrection
August 13, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 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
“…as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.”
:: 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…
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.
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.
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.
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
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 ::
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 ::
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 & temperament” of 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:
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:
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:
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:
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!” »
IN Utah This Week — June 2010 Coverage
July 12, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · Leave a Comment
Special thanks to Amy Spencer and Alanja of the Dark Arts Festival!
Ramzi Abed’s NOIRLAND: “Behind-The-Scenes” or “Making a Scene”?
July 1, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 2 Comments
Whichever/Whatever the case, one thing is most certain (indeed…indeed!)
My attempt to maneuver around four-letter words is more a rough-hewn Scotch tape-&-staple job of
“edits” than it is some mad profesh, seamless-as-a-pair-of-Cervin Paris Rive Gauche
silk-stockinged affair. All the same, long overdue this post—yes, though
it is
h e r e ✷ finally ✷ h e r e
Embedded in the rectangle above?
A nine minute, 25 second-long exploration of Hollywood’s illustrious Gemini Manor, a locale as eclectic
as the “subjects” presented in this clip: namely, a coterie of fashion vigilantes filmmaker Ramzi Abed
recruited to populate his latest feature, the “darkly romantic horror ensemble mystery” known as Noirland.
Noirland stars James Duval (Donnie Darko, The Doom Generation) † Rena Riffel (Showgirls, Mulholland
Drive) † Lorielle New (The Pit & the Pendulum, Grindhouse) † Lenora Claire (The Devil’s Muse,
Toxic Avenger IV) † Zoetica Ebb (ChinaShop mag; co-founder Coilhouse) † La Carmina (CNNGo journalist &
travel TV host) † Yukiro Dravarious (Queen Bitch Supreme, Tokyo underground) † Aldo Vento
(“Delphinium: A Childhood Portrait of Derek Jarman”) † Maxim Eskertin (Bunraku, Violent Blue) † & me,
Clint Catalyst (“In The Spotlight,” “Delphinium: A Childhood Portrait of Derek Jarman,” recLAmation)
The film’s killer cast (Velveeta-laden double-entendre too delish to resist, sorry/kthnx) also boasts luminaries
Twink Caplan (forever chambertombed to mine heart as “Miss Geist” from Amy Heckerling’s Clueless) †
Lloyd Kaufman (The Toxic Avenger, Horrorween) & a slew of other IMDB repeat-offenders, but I
whittled the preceding list down to the folks featured in this footage
that awaits your ogling
✷ now ✷
Yes, that includes Mr. Duval—even if his appearance is the veritable “Where’s Waldo?” of the bunch.
Moreover, while actor/producer Edwin Santos‘ countenance is absent from such an implicitly
poised-for-viral-domination* collection of digital frames, if it were not for his kind role as our
impromptu DP, this footage would not exist.
Thanks again, Edwin!
—ditto, Ramzi; ditto, Alex—
Salt Lake City: Beware!
June 5, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 3 Comments
Didja notice how the previous blog post (“Mark Your Calendars…”)
Began with the phrase
✷ EVENT ONE of TWO ✷ ?
Well, it just so happens that
✷ EVENT TWO of TWO ✷
is an “out-of-town”er, which I’m stoked about:
S A L T † L A K E † C I T Y
∞ ∞ ∞
Oh, SLC—you sizzling center of the DI ♡
Over the course of the last decade, I’ve descended upon you as a spoken word performer, actor,
M.C.—for Black Chandelier/Jared Gold, as well as for the Dark Arts Festival—but never,
never this:
∞ ∞ ∞
∞ ∞ ∞
(Dare we venture use so audacious a phrase as ‘performance artist’?)
Well, considering I just referred to myself by the Royal “We” (Pluralis Majestatis)—
a nosism employed by a person of high office, like a monarch, earl or pope—I figure
I’m already dallying around with dangerous territory
as it is…
∞ ∞ ∞
And speaking of dangerous territory:
This collaboration with comrades Paris Sadonis
:: who didn’t give me a recent photo, so hee² ::
∞ ∞ ∞
∞ ∞ ∞
& the lovely Zoetica Ebb
Is breakneck behavior at its most unpredictably brilliant (and vice-versa).
∞ ∞ ∞
∞ ∞ ∞
I’ve got mad admiration for both of these multi-talented artists, and
collaborated a few times with Paris back in the haze of my ‘S.F. daze’
Oh Yes: Mark Your Calendars, I Said!
June 3, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 2 Comments
June 2010 Clint Catalyst Readings/Performances
✷ EVENT ONE of TWO ✷
Saturday, June 5, 2010 (West Hollywood, CA)
Catalyst and the stunning Julia Voth are the “featured readers” for Los Angeles’ incendiary new spoken word series: The Poetry Brothel.
This month’s theme is “The Best Little Whorehouse In Los Angeles.”
The Vitals:
06/05/10
“Clint Catalyst As A Commodity: Verbiage For Sale”
The Poetry Brothel
House of Blues, Foundation Room
8430 West Sunset Blvd
West Hollywood, CA
Doors at 8:00 p.m.; Event Concludes at 11:59 p.m.
Linkature: The Poetry Brothel via Facebookery
This Event Is 21 & Over, With A Valid I.D.
Entry Will Be $15 At The Door, $10 With RSVP via thepoetrybrothelrsvp@gmail.com
❧ Or via Facebook (link posted above)
And Now For Further Enticement, In The Words Of Madam M:
“Join us on June 5th for steamy readings, cold drinks and lovely ladies performing burlesque for your titillation. In the old fashioned style of everyone’s favorite Dolly Parton flick, dress to the nines and get ready to be sauced and saucy.
All of the resident ‘whores’ are available for these sequestered readings at any time during the event. Of course, any good brothel need a furtive ‘front’ or cover; ours is part saloon and part salon, offering a full bar with music, burlesque dancing, fortune-tellers, and installations from our poets and other artists at each event. [In addition to the featured readers], each night we will also introduce several “New Girls”…[performers] who punctuate the evening with a few special public performances.”
Music provided by the ever spectacular Daniel Ribiat.
Featured visual artists: Joshua Burian Mohr and Zoetica Ebb
“The cornerstone of The Poetry Brothel is the event series. Bringing a new twist to the tradition of poetry reading, The Poetry Brothel showcases a diverse roster of emerging and established poets.
However, our events are also interactive performance art pieces based on the concept of the prewar brothels in the United States and Europe.”
Tsk, Tsk! (In Defense Of Mine Honor, An Emotionally-Wrought Post To Jhonen & Zoetica)
April 1, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 3 Comments
They’re just misunderstood. You see?
Because remember:
Evil dead clowns are just like you and me!
Except they’re evil; they’re dead, and they’re clowns…
Two Bombshells With Cobalt-Colored Hair
January 24, 2010 by Clint Catalyst · 8 Comments
First, I’m stoked to have social media superhero Miss Destructo
as the next ‘Consumer As Spokesmodel’ (despite how admittedly goober the title may be…) :: Keep sending in those glamour shots of you rockin’ product, kids… Whether it’s a book bag or a prize ribbon, I’d love to plaster your face up here for all the w.w.w. to see!
And next, a familiar face on this blog, as of late—
Zoetica Ebb, filling the role of “Check-Me-Out-Bitches; I’m In An Ad!”
Ahhh, YES:
I really love this “bounce-out.” (Is that what they’re called?) Whatever the nomenclature,
Massive thanks to graphics whiz Joanna Carr!
Till Later—
x o x o x
Retail Bliss (Oh No, But I *Insist*…)
December 26, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 3 Comments
And here it is, December 26th. The Day After.
First and foremost, Congratulations! If you’re reading this, chances are you survived. However, for those of you whom “survival” just ain’t cuttin’ it, and you’re feeling less-than-satisfied with this year’s swag? While wild women descend upon shopping malls in the ultimate Quest To Find A Good Bargain, Damnit, please allow me to provide suggestions by a more civilized approach: The “F it—this one’s for me, and I’m packin’ plastic.” In the comfort of your own home, even!
That being said,
* From the Impeccably Curated A+R Store, LOOK UPON:
TOY ME’S
SILVER SCISSOR CUFF
It’s rare I wear dangly-spangly things on my wrist, but I would rock the shit outta this cuff…
:: GO AHEAD—INDULGE! :: WITH A SNIP, :: CLIP :: & CLICKITY-CLICK ::
* From the Cosmonomad Herself, ACQUIRE A PRINT by the multi-talented Zoetica Ebb.
Available now: “Inkdrops 007: The Endless Commission”
another option on —sumptuous velvet photo rag paper—
is
entitled “Cumulous Confection,” and
:: AVAILABLE FROM THE BIOREQUIEM SHOP :: (CLICK HERE!) ::
*Because sometimes the faux is infinitely more fascinating than what you already know:
by Shawna Kenney and photographer James Knoblauch (whose site seems to be down at the moment) chronicles Hollywood Blvd.’s “infamous nobodies” impersonating Somebodies or -things
:: FOR THE ‘REAL DEAL’ VIA AMAZON, :: CLICK HERE ::
or, support indie booksellers
and
:: CLICK HERE :: FOR SKYLIGHT BOOKS ::
Whew! There are several other goodies I intended to share for your retail/retinal pleasure, but truth is: I’m technologically-challenged, and this whole “HTML” thing? Takes me muuuuch longer than one would think. (Seriously? It’s pretty sad, guys.) I’ll have to post more suggestions later… As for now?
Zoetica Ebb Is A Hedonist. :: (…Isn’t Everyone?) ::
December 12, 2009 by Clint Catalyst · 4 Comments
MAXIMIZE YOUR RETAIL BLISS, WITH THIS:
THE FIFTH PRIZE RIBBON among
the JARED GOLD/CLINT CATALYST CO-BRANDED MERCHANDISE…
hedonist! |ˈhidnəst| |ˈhidənəst| noun
a derivative of: hedonism |ˈhēdnˌizəm|
the pursuit of pleasure; sensual self-indulgence.
† the ethical theory that pleasure (in the sense of the satisfaction of desires) is the highest good †
Leave the scarlet letter for Miss Hester Prynne. THIS is a title to profess…
:: CLICK HERE TO GET YOURS NOW! ::
as modeled by
Artist/Writer/Photographer/Style Technician/Russian Cosmonomad and
Coilhouse magazine & blog Co-Founder,
Who—among her many other accolades—ranked #3 on
G4′s “Hottest Women Of The Web”(!)
More “Images Conducive Of Pleasure” Are Tucked
Beneath the Jump
