All day long, I told myself I was just going to just ignore Gaga’s increasingly needy bids for attention, as she raced in and out of the Dorchester Hotel in London wearing sillier and sillier ball gowns. Bitch, please. Calm yo tits. It feels like a particularly exhausting coke binge where you decide EVERYBODY needs to see EVERY wacky outfit you own RIGHT NOW. Been there, done that, but don’t need to relive it again, thank you very much. Just wear a nice trench and dark glasses and exit through the back door like every other celebrity in the world. You can’t still be thrilled that the paparazzi pays attention to you THIS far into career. HOWEVER. I do enjoy this head piece. The turban-under-the-tiara-inside-the-crumpled-ball-of-tulle-pinned-to-the-fanchon-styled-hat-stuffed-with-silk-flowers-and-pink-straw-balancing-on-top-of-her-head is such an example of tweaked-out, on-the-go DIY millinery, that I bow down to the master. It can’t believe she kept it all balanced long enough so that it could be photographed. (Photo: Pacific Coast News)
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