Lady Gaga in London
Okay, we figured the previous post was bland enough to ease you into your week. Now comes the time for the what-the-fuckery.
Steffi? That’s your cue. That’s always your cue.
Lady Gaga arrives at her hotel in London in a John Galliano dress.
The Goddess of Cocaine has come down to earth to extend her blessings. Breathe deeply of her salvation.
Lady Gaga Arrives at a recording studio in London in a vintage Dolce&Gabbana dress.
This, we don’t even know. Shitty Dress Steampunk Gaga?
That dress looks like it cost about four dollars, which likely makes it more expensive than the wig, which we presume she found somewhere.
Lady Gaga heads to G-A-Y nightclub in London.
And finally, Nineteenth Century Mental Patient Gaga (with Light Cocaine Dusting).
We admit, the Madwoman stuff is at least a little new. Bare feet on a London sidewalk is enough to make us retch and we’re not arguing that the first or third looks are pretty (or fabulous, or thought-provoking), but we can’t tell you how bored we are with things like the middle look, which is quintessential Gaga in a lot of ways: absurd and nearly impossible to move in. After a while, there’s something a little depressing about the way she constantly hobbles herself through fashion, wearing outfits that she can’t walk or sit in and obscuring her own vision. She gets led around by her handlers like a patient in a nursing home when she is, in fact, young, fit, and on the top of her game. It’s an odd image to constantly reinforce, and we have no doubt she’s attempting to relay all kinds of messages with it, but as weird as the first and third looks are, she at least looks like she can move under her own power and see where she’s going. That’s refreshing.
[Photo Credit: INFphoto.com]