Post by Gatineau Godess stylist Ashley McConnell  /  Photos by Dan Ziemkiewicz

Everyone knows there’s going to be a party at the end of the world. And at the epicentre of this fateful event will be none other than the Gatineau Godess.

High above the crowd like an angel, glowing a shade of orange that doesn’t fool anyone, she is made of things not of this natural world: plastic and silicon, acrylic nails, dyed hair, aerosol spray.

The Whore of Babylon, warned the Book of Revelations, will be the last woman standing after the apocalypse, “dressed in purple and scarlet, and will be glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls.” The Revelations forgot to mention that she’ll also be puffing a cigarette, dialing an 819 number on a rhinestone cell phone, and speaking in a Quebec-Quaa tongue foreign to most ears.

On Saturday, December 11, party-goers and Guerilla readers caught a glimpse of what’s in store when it all comes crashing down as two Gatineau Godesses were unleashed upon the heathens at the Mercury Lounge as part of the GuerillaLIVE event celebrating the magazine’s latest edition.

Inspired by I (heart) the Gatineau Godess, the debut installment of Kirk Finken’s new Layercake column in Guerilla #26, this roving Godess spectacle shone a bright light on the extravagant breed of females living just over the bridge.

With help from photographers Dan Ziemkiewicz, John Smith, Mark Prest and John Flynn, the multi-talented Hilary Seymour and models Chelsea Wager and Shannon Pappas from CoverModels Management, we celebrated all that is the mighty Godess: suggestive clothing, shameless vanity, and an unapologetically ballsy attitude.

Smashing around like they owned the place, highly sexual, wildly dressed, inappropriate, and all-around bad, the Goddesses stole the spotlight, the show, and of course a few brazen kisses. While some in the crowd were not pleased with the Godesses’ bold attitude, these creatures are not here on earth to make us feel warm and fuzzy. No, when the rules were made, these Godesses weren’t considered.

As Finken’s column points out, you can usually find her at the mall, le Pigale, or Caberat Taboo, but for those who never venture across the river, here we offer a peek into her flashy, fleshy world.

Now bow down to the mighty Gatineau Godess. You know you want to.