You guys there's something so strange about these pics of Lady GaGa in the latest issue of Elle Magazine: She looks...almost normal. Not to say that GaGa could ever be average, but once you've seen someone wrapped in skeleton bones while shattering Jack Daniels bottles over a piano to the tunes of an orchestrated team of classical musicians playing the violin in gas masks, you kind of turn a blind eye to Jill Sander iredescent dresses. Nonetheless our girl looks fabulous as always as she sits down to discuss her art, her sex and her stress with the good people of Elle. Here are a few excerpts. To read the entire article be sure to pick up a copy of the January issue of Elle later this month when it hits shelves.
On bodily reactions to stress: “I get all the symptoms of a pregnant woman. I get headaches, I get tired, I get blurred vision sometimes during a really intense session with [her creative team] the Haus.”
On a recurring theme in her work: “I feel that if I can show my demise artistically to the public, I can somehow cure my own legend. I can show you so you’re not looking for it. I’m dying for you on domestic television—here’s what it looks like, so no one has to wonder.”
On being a former waitress: “I was really good at it. I always got big tips. I always wore heels to work! I told everybody stories, and for customers on dates, I kept it romantic. It’s kind of like performing.”
On using her sexuality: “My album covers are not sexual at all, which was an issue at my record label. I fought for months, and I cried at meetings. They didn’t think the photos were commercial enough…The last thing a young woman needs is another picture of a sexy pop star writhing in sand, covered in grease, touching herself.”
On her romantic future: “In eight to 10 years, I want to have babies for my Dad to hold, grandkids. And I want to have a husband who loves and supports me, just the way anyone else does. I would never leave my career for a man right now, and I would never follow a man around.”