Lady Gaga, whose very name reminds me of a 1980’s porn star is still pimping her diva hard. It’s true, when she’s not waking the dead with her scream-songing then she’s bringing us shades of ridiculous in big heavy doses.
While looking like a Transformers logo this piece of tin-foil trash (above) stepped out of her Artpop wrap party and posed before the Parisien Photographic Society. Then the ensuing photographs got insta-sent around the world. There Gaga – fame for a day. Again!
Words are beginning to fail me now but y’know what, wasn’t our world an innocent place before we had the Internet. It was a time when emotionally unstable teenagers could sit in their bedrooms doing self harm to themselves whilst their parents had swinger parties in the garage. Pictures like that one above would never have seen the light of day. Nowadays, with newspapers turning into digital Insta-Cams I think we’ve seen every damn camera angle that Gaga has ever poked her bum at.
Oddly I feel guilty about this. When I see people peering at the sky, naturally I peer at the sky. If I look up and I see Michelle Keegan’s magical boobs, then I’m going to tell everyone else to look at them too. It’s what the papers have us doing nowadays. It’s a sort of herd mentality. (BTW herd mentality doesn’t count if you’re peering at Cheryl Cole’s beaver.)
Fuck-it, I’ve gone way off topic now and completely lost my focus so yes, words really have failed me.