Before Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian assumed fame as a feudal right, Angelyne cruised Los Angeles in her flamingo pink Corvette. License plate: ANGELNN. If her teased platinum wig or volleyball breasts led you to mistake her for a pornographic Dolly Parton, her true identity could be confirmed by the ubiquitous advertisements for herself that she purchased on billboards and bus shelters. Even though practically no one could tell you what she did or had done, she became an '80s Southern California fixture as iconic and purely ornamental as the palm trees—the sunshine daydream to Elvira’s ghoulish noir. The tragedy is that she peaked before Bravo. Without a reality show to channel the day-to-day eccentricities of Angelyne and her candy-dyed Maltese, the O.G. avatar of "famous for being famous" had to settle for a bit part in Earth Girls Are Easy, a brief gubernatorial run, and a self-released album on her Pink Kitten imprint.
In a city where Mr. Incredible brawls with Batgirl while Chewbacca and Freddy Krueger vainly break it up, Angelyne naturally still finds work in the meet-n-greet racket. Her most recent appearance was yesterday at Origami Records in Echo Park, as part of Ariel Pink’s "Tantalising [sic] Tinsel-Town Take Over." Should you have missed the mass email, the promotional docket for Ariel Pink’s latest schlock-opus Pom Pom included "Delicious Donuts and Delectable Ditties"; "Pretty in Pink. Permanently" (where "L.A.’s top manicure artists" did nails in only pink); and the "Luxuriously 'L.A.' Limo Listening Luau". The latter offered a "ride in style" to "enjoy L.A.'s finest sites" in a "pink stretch job." RSVP did not guarantee entrance.