Lady Gaga is playing at Madison Square Garden tonight, and I’m going to the show. I suppose that officially makes me one of her monsters. Which suits me just fine.
It’s hard to pin down exactly what makes her so fascinating. First of all, she grew up in the 70s between Amsterdam and Columbus. She’s an Upper West Side girl, tweaked by a Catholic education on the Upper East Side. She should be in law school somewhere engaged to the valedictorian.
Instead she is a gay icon, a pop star, an avant garde fashion fan. Her songs are catchy, but not necessarily special. Her persona and her ability to entertain makes them stand out. And do I even need to mention her shoe choices? She’s fearless yet vulnerable, a sex symbol that makes us slightly uncomfortable. She’s been compared to Madonna a million times. Perhaps there are similarities–the ambition, the willingness to shock. In this era of Disneyfied manufactured pop stars (hi, Jonas Brothers and Justin Bieber) I like the edge she brings.
I’ll be singing my head off tonight and will hopefully get some good pictures. Now to the important part—what to wear?? It’s going to be in the 90s again, but I really can’t let the weather dictate whether or not I am fabulous.
I have two accessories that I need to break out. These shoes have tried to kill me on several occasions. They are probably the perfect shoes for Gaga:
Then there are these earrings, recently purchased. I can’t pass up anything with a bit of sparkle:
I’ll probably anchor these two excessive accessories with a loose black dress. Short, of course. It’s Gaga, for heaven’s sake.