I don’t get it. But I love it.
Lady Gaga, performing with Yoko Ono!
This has the air of inevitability to it, right?
FAIR WARNING: I am seeing Gaga’s show in Philly next Tuesday, and will probably HAVE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT IT. Nick, you can just block me for a week if you feel it’s necessary.
Things I am very much looking forward to: Celebrating a fourth anniversary with the person I love more than anyone else in the world; Seeing the land of It’s Always Sunny for the first time; Witnessing the Gaga juggernaut
Things I am actually not looking forward to: Being surrounded by thousands of tweens dressed like Lady Gaga
LET’S MAKE A SANDWICH.
I’M SORRY: THEY JUST DON’T MAKE SUPERSTARS LIKE THIS ANYMORE.
Oh no. I don’t like it. It looks like V Magazine vomited all over my favorite song.
This should have been her La Isla Bonita. Instead it looks like she was going for Like A Prayer and missed the mark completely.
Even Klein’s work here is impotent and boring. The frenetic subconscious horror show that he created for Madonna seemed limp and overly-staged here for Gaga.
It’s as if the images couldn’t decide whether to be jerky and distant or decadent and orgiastic, and centered somewhere a bit too precious in between. Like pretentious high-fashion photography that never seems to be able to decide if it should be moving or not. The shock value stuff seems recycled and tired. And of course Choire’s right that even a pastiche of references should be coherent on some level.
This is very disappointing.
At some point, some enterprising “journalist” (this word should almost always be in quotes now, right?) will do a piece linking Gaga with terrorist culture.
The Philadelphia Phillies’ team mascot dressed up as Lady Gaga.
Submitted by snowbird.
I bet it’s because Jesus went to Hell just before his resurrection.
Still gagging over Gaga. How many pop culture tropes did she mine, mimic, then transcend and make into something completely new and mesmerizing?
The answer: 249. (Not really, but it was a lot.)