British designer Vivienne Westwood hates New York. But she loves LA and just opened a boutique there.
Lady Gaga’s new Vogue cover — and inside fashion spread shot by Mario Testino — is pretty fracking fantastic. And for Gaga’s little monsters, reading the accompanying story by Jonathan Van Meter almost feels like going on tour with her, eating with her, etc, etc. The description Jonathan writes of going backstage to meet her after Gaga’s performance is awesome.
“Gaga herself looked like a lunatic: Barefoot, still covered in fake blood, mascara running down her face, she was careening around the room in a robe made of red feathers like a cross between Alice Cooper and Big Bird. There were dancers running in and out, mixing and spilling drinks, and a peanut gallery of strangely bedazzled gay men sitting on the sofas singing “Adelaide’s Lament,” from Guys and Dolls, which Gaga joined in on when she wasn’t bouncing off the walls.”
Gaga talks openly about her music, (even playing her new album for the reporter) how being onstage feels like she’s having sex with her fans, how she sleeps (perfectly still), Her Jedi anti-vomiting mind trick, and what she does to soothe herself when she’s lonely. No, not that.