Hi blessed beings, I’m back after my little sabbatical! My first column this year is dedicated to Gaga. You saw this coming a lightyear away!
When Hong Kong found out Lady Gaga was bringing her Born This Way Ball to town after her first stop in Seoul, everyone was in a freak-frenzy and WhatsApped/Facebooked me furiously to find out more information from little ol’ ME—thanks to a photograph I took with Gaga herself (and strategically reposted) way back in 2009. We just shared a red armchair in Macau, not secrets and croissants as BFFs during breakfast in bed.
Anyway, that was early February, while I was still on a pilgrimage with my guru all over India. In Rishikesh—and in a totally different mindset when I received Gaga-related message bombardment—all I craved were dips in Mother Ganges, not tips on Mother Monster. “Who cares about Lady Gaga when you have Lady Ganga?!?” I posted on FB.
Well, the first week of May came and I was shitting glitter when most of my friends went to the first show on Wednesday and I couldn’t due to fustercluck deadlines. Finally freed on Friday, I went and saw Nicola Formichetti pimping his ultra-kawaii Nicopanda line at Lane Crawford IFC, together with a fascinating exhibit of Lady Gaga’s outfits from past performances and music videos. There were catsuits, corsets and gorgeous gowns, including the vintage wedding dress from the Christian Lacroix archive she wore as Mary Magdalene in the Judas video. And then there were her fuck-me heels. Um, literally, as there was a pair she wore on American Idol, with dildos as heels.
If you don’t know who Formichetti is, you’re probably not interested in fashion. AT ALL. He’s fashion director of Vogue Hommes Japan and Uniqlo (you know this company eh?) as well as creative director for French fashion house MUGLER. For those who prefer the ephemeral brilliance of Lady Gaga’s style over the adamantine purity of her substance, Formichetti is synonymous as her stylist (although he loathes that label), responsible for the mood and imagery of her now iconic, genre-redefining MVs “Bad Romance” and “Telephone.”
And Formichetti’s also an all-round sweetheart. So was his team. At the private afterparty at XXX, I met all these friendly Europeans and Japanese. While chatting, I casually asked if they were expats or tourists, and they’d reply: “Oh, we’re Nicola’s/ Gaga’s team.” No airs, all super cool.