Lady GaGa Nude in Out Magazine (September 2009)
15 Aug
Lady GaGa is nude (and quite scary!) in the September 2009 issue of Out magazine. “I’ve become really fascinated with fantasy and monster movies and the naïveté of the ’50s. Somehow I feel, socially, after a war or after something really bad happens there’s a rebirth of naïveté, so that’s where my obsession comes from. That’s when the fame monster is born” says the Pokerface singer while posing for the ’50s B horror movie–themed photoshoot. Check out the interview highlights to find out what Gaga has to say about gay people, glamour and fame!
On glamour: I believe in living a glamorous life and I believe in a glamorous lifestyle. What that means is not money or fame or prestige. It’s a sense of vanity and glamour and subculture that is rooted in a sense of self. I am completely 100,000% devoted to a life of glamour.
On gayness: I had a few gay piano teachers. I was in acting class and ballet from a very young age, and I remember being around a lot of gay boys in dance class. I feel intrinsically inclined toward a more gay lifestyle. I myself am not a gay woman — I am a free-spirited woman: I have had boyfriends, and I have hooked up with women, but it’s never been like ‘I discovered gayness when I was dot dot dot. When I started in the mainstream it was the gays that lifted me up. I committed myself to them and they committed themselves to me, and because of the gay community I’m where I am today. I very much want to inject gay culture into the mainstream. It’s not an underground tool for me. It’s my whole life. So I always sort of joke the real motivation is to just turn the world gay.
On monstrous: I’ve become really fascinated with fantasy and monster movies and the naïveté of the ’50s. Somehow I feel, socially, after a war or after something really bad happens there’s a rebirth of naïveté, so that’s where my obsession comes from. That’s when the fame monster is born.
On the difference between real and fake Gaga: Everyone knows what my breasts look like, who I’m sleeping with, what my real hair looks like, and when I’m wearing wigs—all the information is out there. But somehow there’s an ambiguity that hovers. The split between ‘real’ and ‘fake’ seems to have closed. This isn’t because the quest for authenticity has been abandoned. It’s because, for artists like Gaga, fake has become what feels most real.
On fame: What I want to deliver, as a message about fame, is that anyone can have it. My fame lives in my friendships, in my convictions about the power of art and love — you could have 500 pairs of shoes that cost 10 cents and still be famous. This isn’t the Lady Gaga newscast. Nobody gives a shit what is really going on — everyone wants me to tell them a story. Art is a lie, and every day I kill to make it true.
