I was thinking she kind of looked like juliana, which I guess is the same thing. We lack the superfancy drawn-on eyebrows, though.
Buffista Music 4: Needs More Cowbell!
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Hey, man, I wouldn't mind having that body. Also, I feel compelled to explain for those who don't know - those photos were taken after the party, where AFP had changed into another dress. The press asked her to change back for pictures, she complied. Of course, they took pictures of her changing and voilà! She gets labeled a fame whore.
Granted, many people wouldn't have changed right on the carpet. But then AFP is not many people.
I had a feeling the NYT cropped Gaga's performance outfit for a reason. And that reason was - aaaaah! [link]
I mean, the planets and hooves and yellow hair attached to a sparkly hood I was down with, but that green sparkly thong - NO.
My DH, who is on his last night of a very wet and cold solo motorcycle trip across Texas, is very excited because tonight he gets to hang out with Corwood! There will be much intense talking about guitars and movies, is my guess.
That's not even camel toe, that's... I don't even know if there's a word for that.
If you click on it, you get a bigger version. And you are then legally married to Lady Gaga in twenty-three states.
Bwah!
It didn't look that scary on TV, from a distance. But that photo is ... painful.
When she was writhing around on the piano bench during her duel with Sir Elton, all I could think of was Pledge polish.
...still trying to think of a term...