Oh my Lady Gaga.

I didn't like Lady Gaga before a friend of mine drew this picture. All of it hurts my brain, but all of it makes me laugh. Afterwords, I had to go buy the album the song was on.

Now I'm enamored by her fashion, not really so much her music. Some of it is good, a lot of it is funny, and all of it is just fun to dance to. But mostly her style, although I would never dress like that. I really enjoy looking at clothes and looking at how people compose an outfit. I know it is not important to character, but it is fascinating to see how people can create a composition out of just their choices in color, texture, and form. It's somewhat self-expressive, mostly a chance to be different, even if really it is a collection of similiar human tastes.

That being said, I don't really have a style myself. It varies from day to day. Somedays girly, other days rustic, others gloomy, but mostly, "tired style." One of the key points in my ex boyfriend's critique of me was "has no sense of style." Which I suppose is true, so I couldn't blame her for that(but i did for the other forty things she held against me). Style is so liquid, so moving and changing. There's really no way to really make it substantial. It will always be the ghost of feeling.