Because his idol Halston died on this date in 1990.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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BROADCASTING FROM THE GARDEN OF ALLAH
More copies have shown up!!!
CLICK ON THE PHOTO TO ORDER $27.95 Now being sold through Cobina Cugat Vintage Goods!
About Me
- Clifton Guilaroff
- Scion of famous Hollywood ancestry, Cliff lives with his mother (the former 1950's lead-pencil heiress and socialite, now penniless lush) Cobina Cugat, his bandleader husband Rusty, as well as four freeloading basset hounds in a one bedroom apartment in the North Valley. Sadly, Cobina believes it is 1954 and that she and her son still live in an impossibly lavish villa at the Garden of Allah Hotel in Hollywood. To make his life easier, he is doing nothing to change that belief. She also has no idea that son Clifton, "way over 29", was fired from his job three years ago. While he's pretending to do all sorts of things here we hope you are entertained and learn something along the way.
Mother
Do not give her change or Drambuie
Cobina is hocking her vintage jewelry
The Lord and the economy have asked Cobina very directly to hock her vintage, one of a kind bead collection. Click on the old woman for more information
My Husband, Bandleader Rusty Kadiddlehopper
You know, I think he's better looking to me, too!
Another Freeloader Just Moved In- Oh, pigtails!!!!
Washed-up TV star Pigtails has moved into the guest bedroom in the poolside wing of Mother's villa
Alla Nazimova, Our Landlady
"Pay your rent on time and don't die in your villa"
our stunning home
Don't tell Mother it was torn down in June, 1959
Doesn"t everybody have one?
Taste that beats the others cold
NO SMOKING AROUND MOTHER!!!
Mother"s Special Sixteen-Ounce Chalice
She will accept no substitutes!!!
noted hollywood historian at work
hey, this crap doesn't write itself!!!
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We"ve Had This Many Freeloaders So Far
4 comments:
this is a sad day.
now the world doesn't dress as
nice, when he was alive.
I hate when you write on those old pictures of me.
Honestly, Donna Dear, put on some of Capt. Brown's underpants if you haven't got any of your own.
Is that why he keeps taking them off every time I walk in?
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